Chapter 3 of 6
The Abandoned Suitcase On The Road Held His True Identity
A Message From The Dark
Leo began reading the handwritten words written in the dark blue ink.
VO: My son, I never abandoned you... come home to the address inside.
Tears spilled over his lower eyelashes and dripped down onto the dusty collar of his shirt.
The letter explained how a terrible legal battle had separated his father from him years ago.
Cruel relatives had hidden the young boy away to steal a massive family inheritance.
His biological father had spent ten long years searching every city and county for him.
The letter stated that the suitcase contained clothes picked out specifically in his exact current size.
An address on Maple Street was clearly written at the very bottom of the page in bold letters.
Leo wiped his wet eyes using the back of his rough sleeve.
He read the final line of the letter three times to make sure he understood everything.
Leo: He never stopped looking for me.
The heavy weight of loneliness that he carried for years began to lift away slowly.
He placed the letter safely back inside the thick white envelope for safekeeping.
He pulled off his worn shoes and faded old jacket right there on the grass.
He reached into the suitcase and pulled out the fresh set of dark blue clothes.
The fabric was soft and clean, smelling faintly of clean lavender soap.
He pulled the new shirt over his head and stepped into the sharp dark trousers.
The clothes fit his body perfectly as if a tailor had measured him just yesterday.
He tied the laces of the clean leather shoes with steady hands.
He zipped the black suitcase back up and carried it by the top handle securely.
He held the envelope firmly in his left hand like a precious golden key.
He checked the street sign at the corner to orient his direction properly.
The destination on Maple Street was only four long blocks away from this exact spot.
He turned his body toward the north and began walking with quick determined steps.
Every stride felt lighter than any step he had taken in his entire memory.
He was no longer just a forgotten boy wandering aimlessly down random city roads.
He was a son walking straight toward the place where he truly belonged.