For over three decades, Dr. Robert Wright had been known to be the calmest person in the whole hospital. Regardless of the situations that would occur in the delivery room, nothing would affect his ability to remain in control.
However, during one of the coldest afternoons in the winter months, Robert’s calmness was severely tested.
The baby was delivered, and it was healthy. The nurse covered him with a blanket before bringing him over for a quick check-up.
That’s when Robert’s composure shattered. Right below his left collarbone, there was a crescent shaped birthmark.
His heart stopped because he knew that particular birthmark well. Too well actually; because he’d seen it years ago on another baby boy. One who had simply vanished without a trace.
From across the room, the mother of the baby, Joanna Ellis, picked up on the look on his face instantly. Feeling drained after giving birth, she lifted herself up a little. “Is anything wrong with my son?”
Robert quickly dabbed his eyes. “No. He is perfectly fine,” he replied.
Joanna looked at him all puzzled. “But then why are you crying?”
For a few seconds, Robert was speechless. Then, he looked at Joanna’s medical records and cleared his throat. “May I ask who the father is?”
That question made Joanna nervous. For months now, she had been trying to avoid thinking about her baby’s father.
“Why?” she asked.
Robert paused. “Because I believe I know him.”
After a pause, Joanna responded. “His name is Logan.”
Robert turned pale. “You mean Logan Wright?”
Joanna felt like all her blood had run cold. This was the name she had never used at the hospital.
“How do you know him?” she asked, even more puzzled than before.
“Because he’s my son,” the doctor replied.
For seven months, Joanna had thought she was totally alone. When she told Logan she was expecting, he grabbed his bags, saying he’d call but never did.
Now somehow, here stood his father.
“He left me,” Joanna spat angrily. “As soon as I told him I was having his child.”
Robert looked like he was about to cry and explained that Logan showed up at his house around seven months ago and told him he got himself in trouble. Robert assumed it was money problems and told him to face the consequences of whatever he did.
Instead, Logan disappeared completely.
For so long Joanna had thought that Logan was out there, away from her, enjoying life as she had gone through her pregnancy alone. But now she wasn’t sure. And then came the most bizarre information yet. Years before Logan was born, Dr. Robert Wright had another son, Elias, but he went missing at the age of five and they never saw him again, despite the endless search.
Elias also bore the same crescent mark on his forehead. Robert’s voice quivered when talking about his lost child. His wife was unable to recover from this heartbreaking event. For many years she waited for the day when Elias would somehow return home; finally, she died not knowing the whole truth.
Joanna bent down to gaze into the face of her newborn child. But then Robert asked another question. “Did Logan ever mention his family at all?”
“No,” Joanna answered, “Not once. But he often spoke in his sleep and I’ve heard him saying this name… Elias.”
It was like Robert had just been hit. But then slowly, he admitted something he never admitted to anyone. Just before he disappeared, Logan had suddenly started to remember things from the day Elias disappeared.
For many years he remembered nothing. But one day a strange photograph arrived by mail. Though Robert never saw it, it made Logan certain his brother was alive.
They always fought with each other. Robert thought it was just another sick joke, but Logan wouldn’t let it go. He disappeared shortly after that.
Before they could say anything else, a nurse walked in with an envelope.
“Somebody delivered this at the reception for Joanna.”
Joanna frowned. “I don’t know anyone here.”
The nurse simply shrugged. “But he said he was family.”
Joanna’s name was written on it, and there was a photo inside.
Logan looked extremely tired and scared as he stood beside a man who bore his resemblance, along with his crescent-shaped birthmark.
Elias.
When Robert saw that picture, he fell apart. On the other side, Logan had written, “He’s not dead. Don’t trust my father. Protect the baby.”
After Joanna confronted Robert about that, he told her that a witness had once said that someone from their family had kidnapped Elias. Though he didn’t believe him, he couldn’t shake off the guilt.
Knowing for sure that Logan must have known everything, she insisted that they contact the detective who had been involved in the original case.
Detective Carver took a look at the evidence, coming to just one conclusion, Logan had found Elias, and someone wanted them silenced.
The case was re-opened.
Many weeks went by before Carver called them. They had found Logan and Elias alive in an abandoned house where they had been kept captive by the man who kidnapped Elias years ago.
After two days, Logan visited Joanna in the hospital room.
He apologized for his disappearance and confessed that searching for Elias had turned out to be much riskier than he had thought.
“You should have told me,” said Joanna.
“I know,” he answered.
The wounds between Logan and Robert weren’t healed overnight, but for the first time, there were no more secrets.
While the baby slept soundly, Joanna came to understand that she was no longer alone. Logan was alive, Elias had been finally home, and a family torn apart for many years had a chance to get back together.
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