A Letter 2 Years Late

Chapter 26 - Reunion (Part 2)

Michael was really happy to see me and ran up to give me a tight hug. That was a bit awkward yet comforting in a weird way. Carol suggested that Michael and I catch up so she led the adults out the living room. At first I was really shy and quiet talking to him but after a while I warmed up to him. Then he brought the subject of our parents out so while the adults were huddled in the kitchen catching up, my brother took me to his room where he explained the situation with our biological parents.

"What did you find?" He asked, once he was done his summary.

"A journal, some news articles and a box," I said while bouncing on his bed. I think maybe the chocolate I had before coming was starting to kick in

"Journal?"

"Yeah, our mom wrote it..." I replied with a shrug.

"What did it say?"

"To be honest I never finished reading it," I confessed just realizing myself.

"Good job," He said sarcastically.

"Shush, I was busy. Plus the box showed up and was more interesting," I huffed in defense.

"So what did that box have?"

"Hmmm... Some boring letters I guess they kept for sentimental reasons, some pictures and the key to a secret safe which had a bunch of letters and documents,"

"What did they say?" My brother asked looking intrigued.

"They were letters to Mr Filch, our caretaker, and they were just updates of how they were and where they were. There was also some documents of like, mission objectives or whatever," I said not knowing what they were called.

"Wait, our parents are still in contact with someone? Then this Mr Filch person must have the most recent place! Why didn't you ask him?"

I shook my head and explained; "We found the most recent one which was in twenty-ten. They were in Scotland in May. By the way, I forgot to mention that the journal is missing the last couple of pages..."

"What?" He shouted. I cringed at the volume of his outburst and motioned him to hush up.

"How could you let someone just tear the last pages? What if they're the most important one's?" He said quieter this time.

"I didn't let someone rip it. It was like that when my parents gave it to me!" I growled, narrowing my eyes to dare him to place more blame on me.

"Oh, sorry," He said nervously while scratching the back of his head. I rolled my eyes. Boys.

Then I remembered the note in my pocket. I pulled it out and handed it to him. He looked at me oddly but took it and read through it. His eyes grew wide and his mouth gaped.

"I've been having nightmares of that since I read it, I don't know why," I pouted, feeling a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I finally confessed that to someone.

"So they knew someone was following them," He whispered.

"Yeah, and they tried not to get caught. Something obviously happened but what?" I asked. My brother looked at me sadly and shook his head.

"I don't know,"

"Tressa!" I jumped and looked at the door. Then I turned back to my brother and we both got up to leave.

"Yeah mom?" I shouted as I ran down the stairs with Michael trailing behind.

"We should get going. It's getting late and you promised Rose to be at her place for dinner," My mom annouced.