Walking into his house , Henry tossed his coat on the couch and the corner of his eye caught sight of the blinking light on the device on the kitchen counter. The phone line was attached to a phone number he only used for contact information in regard to his search for his biological mother. His heart hammered in his chest as he hurried over to check it. He pressed the green button.

  “Hello, this is Tom Holland. I saw your article in The Olympian, the Olympia, Washington newspaper. Anyway, I think I might know who your mother is. Give me a call back at this number.”

     

Beep!

   

Peering over at the clock on the kitchen wall, he saw it was already after eleven. His pulse was racing through the roof, and the possibility of a fresh lead after months of waiting would certainly keep him up all night if he didn’t call the number back. The worst he can do is not answer or get mad.

He can’t kill me.

Picking up the telephone, he called the number back.

 

“Hello?” Annoyance laced the man’s voice.

   

“Hi. This is Henry Hart. You left me a message about possibly knowing who my mother is?”

   

“Oh, yes!” The tone of voice had shifted to a joy-filled one. “First, I wanted to know if there was still a monetary reward?”

 

Henry’s  heart dipped into the pit of his stomach. Was this guy just after quick money or did he have real information about his mother?  He wondered.

   

“Um, yeah, but that’s only if I find her . . .”

   

“Well, she’s right here in Olympia, working at JK’s diner!”

 

Henry felt suspicious and wandered over to the couch to continue the conversation there. He sat down slowly. “Can you tell me why you think it’s her, sir?”

  “Your ad said that you were found in a manger twenty years ago in Spove, and I remembered hearing about Khloe’s first child she had to give up when she was living in Spove. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together, ya know? By the way, she’s excited to meet you.”

   A confusing mixed bag of emotions began to overwhelm Henry all at once. Raking a hand through his hair, he shook his head as he tried to process the fact that the search for his biological mother could possibly be done and he could finally meet her.

Swallowing, Henry nodded. “I want to see her.”

 

“Of course. Come anytime. I’ll even give you a place to stay while you’re here.” He laughed. “And then, after you meet Khloe, I’ll get paid?”

   

Again, the man was mentioning the money. It made Henry feel very uneasy and un-trusting. “I’m sorry, but why are you so obsessed about the money? It makes me . . .”

     

“What? Not trust me?” The man laughed. “I don’t blame you for not trusting me, kid. I would’ve done it even if it wasn’t for the money, but the fact that there is money associated with this . . . let’s just say I’m happy about it, and it’s a Godsent in my life right now. I’m broke! And I could use the money to pay my bills. It’s a tough world out there right now, kid.”

 

“Okay.” Recalling his remaining days at work, Thursday and Friday, he wondered if Paul, his manager, would let him take Friday off. “I need to chat with my boss in the morning, but I’m sure I’ll be heading over there to Olympia in the next couple of days or so. I have money for a hotel. No worries on that.”

 

  “Let me know. What’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”

   

Furrowing his eyebrows, He became uneasy once more. “Uh, my mom should know it. She had me and named me.”

   

“Right, but you know how things are. We weren’t chatting about your name, kid. We talked about reuniting the two of you during the brief moments she stopped by my table at the diner to chat.”

   

Still not a hundred percent sure this guy was telling the truth, Henry decided to lie.

“My name is Oscar.”

     

Tom gave Henry his address and the address of JK’s diner in Olympia and then hung up. Though he had felt uneasy about the reality before him and the unsavory fellow who reached out to him, Henry wondered if it was just nerves or a real gut feeling he could rely on. Turning in for the night, he said his prayers, read a chapter of the Old Testament, and then shut off his lights.

     

       

         

           

         

       

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      Stopping in at his sister, Rachel’s flower shop the next morning to tell her about the lead, he stomped the snow off his boots on the rug just inside the front door.

     

“Big bro! What brings you into my shop on this beautiful Thursday morning?”

 

  Smiling, he looked up and fixed his gaze on his sister. “Just here to see my little sis. It’s been a while.”

   

“About a month. What are you up to these days?” Rachel set the scissors and flowers in her hands down, wiped her hands on her apron, and exited from behind the counter. Glancing at the cooler with roses, she raised an eyebrow and asked, “ Are you here to finally get some flowers for Noelle?”

   

Laughing, he shook his head. “Not exactly.”

 

toward the counter of the flower shop. “I’m here about something

 

track about Noelle.

 

he shook his head as Rachel came around

   

my friend.”

   

I wouldn’t be too sure of that being true forever. Girls won’t stick

   

the mention of losing her. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? You think she’ll stop

on. At least the smart ones do. “Wait. Is Noelle smart?” The question was an

   

course, she’s smart! She’s a beautiful, talented, God-fearing, and all-around awesome girl. I’ve never met

 

  Rachel squinted and shook her head in a few quick successions. “Then why are you acting like a dummy? Ask her out on a date and lock her down before it’s

 

shook his head firmly, then recalled to himself why he had stopped into the flower shop in the first place. He raised a hand. “I didn’t come down here to

 

Leaning on the counter with both elbows, Rachel rested her chin on the palm of her hands and peered up at her older brother. “Yeah? What is it?”

 

think I found my birth mom.”

 

around. Her fingers found her pair of scissors and some flowers and she began to trim the ends. Craning her neck, she spoke softly over her shoulder toward Henry. “That’s great, Henry. I’m sure you’re happy about that . . .”

     

. . .” His words trailed off, unpleased to bear witness to

   

down, then turned toward him. Her eyes were now glossy, fixed on him. She paused, her lips opening slightly then closing. She finally spoke. “I think it hurt Mom really bad the last time

   

step back and shook his head. “What? I’m trying to find the woman who gave

 

woman might’ve given you life, but our mom gave you a life. Sex lasts a moment, brother, but being a parent lasts your entire

“I thought you’d be happy for me, but obviously, you’re not. I’ll go

He turned to leave, but Rachel hurried around the counter again and caught his arm, stopping him.

brother. I don’t care about blood. I never have. I won’t sit here and pretend to understand, but

    Glancing down at the floor, Henry

   

. . . I’m sorry. I just worry about Mom. You know?”

 

big issue. It had terrified them both nevertheless. The fact that she was in remission now did little to ease the lasting worry it had instilled in

 

  Henry hugged

 

sorry for overreacting,

 

I’m truly happy for you. I hope you know that, and I

 

to give her something to alleviate the stress and worry she was obviously feeling right

   

smiled. “Deal.”

 

     

     

         

     

 

* *

 

chair and powered on his computer. Seeing Paul walk into

   

laptop bag down on his desk. He

   

Henry.”

 

  “Hey, Boss. I was wondering if I could have tomorrow off.”

  Paul furrowed his eyebrows and sat

 

in front of the desk and scooted the chair

I just found a new lead on my birth mom and I want to go check it out. It’s in Olympia.”

   

“Olympia?”

 

back toward the doorway, Henry thought about the hot fix that was going out tomorrow. His gaze came back around to Paul. “I can stay through tomorrow if you really need

 

two tomorrow night.” Standing up from his desk, he walked over to the office door and shut it. Then, Paul returned to his seat and looked squarely

   

there was no skipping it. Paul, after all, was an elder in the church, and the two of them often spoke about faith in the workplace. He had even been helpful to Henry in providing him with the job as a Quality

shrugged a shoulder. “I

in quite a huff last night. Is there some

and his jaw clenched. “It’s not

 

Paul leaned in his office chair and raised an eyebrow. “Terry?”

 

flinch. Sitting upright in his chair, Paul nodded, his gaze falling to his desk for a moment. He peered up at Henry a moment later. “Terry is young. But so are you. Some people can rub us wrong, and we might even be

least over the BMW. “Wow . . . I didn’t know.”

 

  “Yeah.”

   

“So . . .

 

and then Monday,

 

any further church conversation from happening. He reached a hand out.

     

“Thanks, Boss.”

   

Paul blinked a couple of times, making it apparent that he didn’t want to stop talking about what happened last night at

 

Paul’s office and went to the break room to get a cup of coffee. Pouring a cup of hot liquid into his mug, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Setting the pot back

   

It was

   

jumped and he

 

“Hey!”

   

a light sob could

     

wrong?”

 

heart cleaved toward wanting to be near

 

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