When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
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Chapter 4 - WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PARENTS
Authorities tried to locate them.
My childhood case file would later show more effort than I remembered.
Old neighbors interviewed.
Former employers contacted.
Relatives traced.
The apartment my parents had rented was empty.
Utilities disconnected.
My father’s job had ended two weeks before I was abandoned.
A car registered to him was sold for cash.
One relative believed they had moved west.
Another said south.
No one knew.
Or admitted knowing.
This was before social media made disappearing harder.
Before I understood that adults can spend enormous energy avoiding consequences.
The investigation eventually went cold.
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My parents were not declared dead.
They simply became absent.
