Chapter 2: The Name Inside the Envelope
“Our mother told us to come here if she didn’t make it,” the oldest boy said.
“She said our father belonged to this family.”
The elderly woman gripped the back of a chair.
“That’s impossible,” she whispered.
“My only son never had children.”
A silver-haired man near the fireplace suddenly stepped forward.
“This is absurd.
Send them away before they ruin Christmas.”
The doctor moved between him and the boys.
“You know exactly who they are.”
His face tightened.
“Give me that envelope.”
“No,” the elderly woman said.
“Give it to me.”
As the doctor handed it over, a photograph slipped out and landed beneath the Christmas tree.
It showed the four boys beside a woman whose eyes looked painfully familiar.
The elderly woman bent down and turned the photograph over.
A date and one sentence had been written on the back.
She read it twice, then stared at the silver-haired man.
“You told me she disappeared willingly.”
“I can explain.”
The oldest boy pointed at him.
“That’s the man who came to our house.
Mum said he paid her to keep us hidden.”
Gasps swept through the room.
The elderly woman tore open the envelope with shaking hands.
Inside were four birth records, a legal statement, and a sealed test report.
But when she read the first line of the statement, she looked up in horror.
“These boys aren’t my son’s children,” she whispered.
“They’re—”
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