Discovering The Destination
I leaned against the airport hallway, phone pressed to my ear, her words hitting me like a thunderclap: “He took them to Canada first.” The weight of that admission settled heavily in my chest, slicing through the noise around me. My mind reeled, conjuring images of the places my children had been without me, the years stolen away. Canada—and who knows where else? Names of foreign cities and the lines of distant maps flickered in my mind, each one a reminder of all I’d missed. As Kelsey’s voice painted the reality I hadn’t known, my heart ached with every passing moment.
Discovering The Destination
Following The Trail
“From Mexico, he finally settled in Argentina,” she said, her words striking like bolts of lightning. “He told them you abandoned them—claimed he had rescued them.” The truth was a relentless storm, impossible to outrun, as I grappled with the twisted narrative Hermando had spun. Each revelation crashed over me like a relentless wave, threatening to drag me under. My children, living in the shadow of lies, believing I had forsaken them. The world felt impossibly vast, fractured into pieces I couldn’t hold together.
Following The Trail
