None of them were.
I almost gave up several times.
Then, one Saturday morning, I received a message from an old college acquaintance.
His name was Michael.
I hadn’t spoken to him in more than twenty years.
He wrote:
“I think I know who you’re looking for.”
My hands started shaking.
I called him immediately.
“Michael?”
“David?”
“Yes.”
There was silence.
Then he said, “Is this about Anna?”
I swallowed.
“How do you know?”
“Because someone else asked me about you years ago.”
My heart began pounding.
“Who?”]
Michael hesitated.
“Anna.”
I sat down.
“What did she want?”
“I don’t know exactly. She was trying to find you.”
“When?”
“Long ago.”
“How long?”
“More than thirty years.”
I couldn’t breathe properly.
“Did she find me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
I asked him if he had any contact information.
He said he would look.
Two days later, he sent me an address.
