\n

For two years, Elena replayed her son\u2019s final words before he mysteriously disappeared. She held onto hope that he was still out there somewhere. One day, she found a clue \u2014 a bracelet she had made for him, now on a stranger\u2019s wrist. This discovery brought her closer to the answers she had longed for.\n

Elena sat by the caf\u00e9 window, Normally, work was a welcome distraction, but today her thoughts were elsewhere. They were on Aaron. It had been two years since her son vanished without a word. No goodbye, no explanation\u2014just silence.\n

Elena endured sleepless nights, haunted by memories that cut deeper with time. She searched for him everywhere, even scouring social media, but always came up empty.\n

She closed her eyes, replaying their last conversation. “I\u2019m going out, don\u2019t wait up,” Aaron had said casually.\n

“Text me when you get home,” she reminded him.\n

“I will, Mom. I will.”\n

But he never did.\n

\n

On her nightstand at home sat a photo of Aaron at ten, proudly showing off a bracelet she had made for him \u2014 blue and green leather with a silver charm etched with his initial.\n

Now, two years later, those words echoed painfully in her mind.\n

Her thoughts spiraled. Where is he? Is he safe? Does he know how much I love him?\n

The sound of footsteps pulled her back. The waiter, a young man, returned with her bill. She handed him her card, but something caught her eye\u2014a bracelet.\n

Blue and green leather with a silver charm.\n

Her breath caught. “Oh my God, that\u2019s Aaron\u2019s bracelet.”\n

Her hand trembled. “Where… where did you get that?” she asked, her voice barely audible.\n

The waiter paused, glancing at his wrist. “This? It was a gift.”\n

“From who?”\n

His smile faded, replaced by confusion. “My fianc\u00e9.”\n

\n

The room tilted. Elena clutched the table edge, her voice shaky. “What\u2019s his name?”\n

“Ma\u2019am, are you okay?” he asked, concerned. “You\u2019re shaking.”\n

“That bracelet,” she whispered, reaching out but stopping herself. “I remember every thread. I made it for my son.”\n

A silence fell between them, heavy and uncertain.\n

The waiter\u2014Chris, his name tag read\u2014studied her, realization dawning. “Wait,” he said slowly, “are you Adam\u2019s mom?”\n

Elena stared, her breath hitching. “Adam? My son\u2019s name is Aaron. Do you know him?”\n

Chris shook his head. “No. He said he left everything behind, including his name.”\n

Her heart ached. Why would he change his name? Why leave everything behind?\n

“Please,” she begged, “I need to understand. For two years, I\u2019ve imagined the worst. Car accidents, kidnapping, murder. Do you know what it\u2019s like to wake up wondering if your child is dead?”\n

\n

Chris looked around, then lowered his voice. “He doesn\u2019t talk much about his past, but he didn\u2019t think you\u2019d accept him.”\n

“Accept him? For what?”\n

Chris hesitated, glancing at the bracelet. “For me. For us.”\n

“We\u2019re engaged,” he said softly, touching the bracelet. “He gave me this when I proposed. Said it was the most precious thing he had.”\n

The weight of those words crushed her. Memories of Aaron\u2019s hesitations, his evasions, rushed back. He had been afraid.\n

“All those times,” she whispered, “he started to tell me something, then stopped. Was he trying to…?”\n

Chris nodded gently. “He tried, but the words wouldn\u2019t come. He was scared.”\n

Tears blurred Elena\u2019s vision. “I didn\u2019t know,” she whispered. “I never knew.”\n

Chris\u2019s eyes softened. “He loves you. He keeps your photo in his wallet\u2014the one of you holding him on his first birthday.”\n

Elena\u2019s heart tightened. “Please, tell me where he is. I need to tell him I love him, no matter what.”\n

\n

Chris sighed and scribbled an address on a receipt. “He\u2019s scared, but maybe this will help him too.”\n

Elena clutched the address, standing outside a modest brick building. What if he didn\u2019t want to see her? Before she could second-guess, the door opened.\n

There he stood. His hair longer, his face thinner, but those eyes\u2014those familiar brown eyes\u2014were the same.\n

“Mom?”\n

“You kept the photo,” she blurted, remembering Chris\u2019s words.\n

Aaron\u2019s hand went to his back pocket. “How did you…?”\n

“Chris,” Elena said softly. “He told me everything.”\n

“Aaron,” she choked on his name. “Or Adam. I don\u2019t care. I just need you to know I love you. Always.”\n

He blinked, his face crumpling. “You don\u2019t care?”\n

“I care that you\u2019re alive, that you\u2019re safe. I don\u2019t care who you love or where you\u2019ve been. I just want my son back.”\n

“But I\u2019m different now,” he whispered. “I\u2019m not who you wanted me to be.”\n

“You\u2019re exactly who you\u2019re supposed to be. I\u2019m sorry if I ever made you feel you couldn\u2019t tell me.”\n

\n

For a moment, he stood frozen. Then he threw his arms around her, sobbing, “I was so scared.”\n

“No, baby,” she whispered. “I\u2019m sorry you carried that fear alone.”\n

The next morning, they sat at the kitchen table, Aaron\u2019s hand clasped in Chris\u2019s. They looked happy, at peace.\n

Chris squeezed Aaron\u2019s hand. “I think I already know what I\u2019m getting into,” he said, glancing at Elena. “And who I\u2019m getting as a mother-in-law.”\n

Elena smiled, the bracelet back on Aaron\u2019s wrist, glinting in the sunlight.\n

“You\u2019re still one in a million,” she said softly.\n

“So are you, Mom,” Aaron replied.\n

“We have so much to catch up on,” she said, wiping a tear.\n

“We have time,” he said gently. “All the time in the world.”\n

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