“I told them,” said Mack. “Sometimes, they laughed at me and others they got mad. Mom said it didn’t matter who took you. Because you had been gone so long, we finally had to accept that you weren’t coming back. Of course, a lot has happened in forty years. Jason and I are both married with children. I have two, and Jason has three. I have boys, and Jason has two girls and one boy. They are all in college now. We are sending you a video of our last Thanksgiving when the family gathered. It was just before that that we learned you were still alive out there.”
“Not a day went by, that we didn’t think of you and wonder what happened. No one knew that you were missing until you didn’t show up for work after your vacation ended,” said her father. “The only indication that you were taken were footprints in the sand around your lounge chair. Your book was lying in the sand. Your rental car sat parked in the driveway, and your clothes were in the suitcase on the bed, and none of them had been worn.”
“We went through a pretty bad time, those first few months after you disappeared. Finally, we had to accept that you would not be coming back because either you couldn’t or you were dead,” her mother said, choking back sobs as she was crying.
By then, Becca was sobbing as well, “Oh, mom, I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my fault, there was nothing I could do.”
She watched the rest of the videos that they had sent, but sometimes it was hard to see through her tears. At least now, both she and her family had closure and knowing they were all alive even though it was unlikely they would be together again.
Becca was still sitting on the patio staring at the dark screen on her com-tablet when she heard their flyer return. She jumped up and hurried into the house, hoping she could get to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face so Roran wouldn’t know she had been crying.
Only he walked into the kitchen from the back door at the same time. Becca stopped like a deer caught in headlights on a dark country road. She knew she was busted.
“Me’ara, why have you been crying?” Roran asked gently, and he came to stand in front of her, putting his arms around her.
“Tyema found my family. They are a lot older, but my parents and my brothers are still alive. They made a video after they found out that I was still alive out here, and they sent it through the missing person center. But it’s okay, I’m okay. Later I want to make a video to send back to them.” she said and slipped her com into her pants pocket so she could put her arms around him.
“So, these are happy tears?”
“Yes, I am happy. I am happy they’re alive, and I am happy I am here with you, and I am happy that I think I am pregnant.”
“Me’ara, I love you so much.” He hugged her tightly but not too tight, and she hugged him back.
“I love you, and I always will.”
Then he kissed her.
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