er was still alive?

”No…, ” Laura denied it, ”aunt Carol we have been through this before ”

Tears were beginning to swell up in her eyes.

”I know honey…but_ ”

”But what! But nothing! ” the tears now started flowing out of her eyes. ”We have suffered for years believing in that bull crap aunt Carol…please lets not go down that path again, ” Laura cried and hurried out of the front door, she closed it shut and leaned onto it. She felt like her knees would give out from under her.

Why? Why did this have to happen again after so many years?

She felt like someone had just ripped open a fresh wound deep inside her soul and she had to close it up soon. She wiped her tears off with the back of her hand right before the school bus pulled up next to her house and she went onboard.


”Laura…, ” Aunt Carol whispered sadly as she watched her distressed niece walk out of the door.

Yes it was true that they had gone through a lot of pain after the plane crashed and they had held onto hope that their loved might still be alive somewhere but it was that same hope that made the pain even more pronounced and to some degree Caroline Calvin understood the way Laura felt.

Hell she probably shouldn even be so happy about it because if it turned out wrong then the pain would be so much worse that before. Yet why did something feel different this time?

The immigration office had said that they were certain that they had found Tyler Calvin and that she should head to the immigration office immediately. Caroline Calvin put on brown boots, blue jeans and a red checked shirt. She was currently on the highway in her gray Camaro and it would only take her an hour to reach the immigration office that is if the traffic continued to be in her favour.

And alas, the traffic did stay in her favour. She parked the car in the underground parking lot of the immigration office. She killed the engine and stepped out of the vehicle. More than a dozen cars were parked in the parking lot. Caroline walked past all of them and stepped into the warm air outside it. The entrance to the immigration office was a few yards away. The building was an impressive eight story building with lavished windows from each office it housed and two rotating glass doors at the bottom right after the terrace. Carol stepped over the terrace and pushed through the rotating door, she was chilled with the air conditioned air of the interior. The brown tiled floor sparkled and chairs were placed strategically to avoid turmoil if people got tied of waiting in the three rows of people that wanted to either get in the country of get out. There were two reception desks that helped in coordinating the people and directing them where the had to stand or wait.

Carol did not waste any time but simply went to one on the receptions. The one behind the desk was a white man who seemed to be in his late thirties. He had white hair and a bald patch on the back of his head, a short goatee, blue tired eyes and he wore a white golf shirt.

”Welcome maam how may I be of assistance? ” the man tried to sound enthusiastic but he wasn fooling anyone especially not Carol.

”My name is Caroline Calvin and I was called to come by urgently about someone, ” Carol replied.

”And who might that be? ” the white haired man asked.

”Tyler Calvin ”

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