Behind Blue Eyes
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 1
Benjamin Campbell didn’t like to snoop around his grandfather’s office. He wasn’t even allowed to go in there, but he needed a book from the library to complete a school assignment, and he was home alone.
He looked through the shelves full of books, took out a thick volume, and accidentally dropped an old wooden box that was placed on top of it.
Several photos of him at different ages were scattered on the floor, as well as an envelope with a handwritten address.
“The Middletown Gazette, Middletown, WA”
The envelope wasn’t sealed, and Benji opened it with trembling hands.
“Who sends letters nowadays?” the boy thought.
Inside he found his latest school photo and a handwritten note. It said, “Your son has grown up a lot this year. He has definitely entered puberty.”
“Your son?” Benji exclaimed. His voice echoed in the empty office.
When he started asking questions about his mother, his father told him that his mother had died giving birth to him.
If that was true, why did his grandfather have his latest photo in an envelope addressed to someone who lived in another state? Why did he tell her he was her son?
Benjamin didn’t know much about his mother. Her name was Janice. She had dark hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. His father was always saying that he looked a lot like her. It was obvious since he didn’t look like his father at all.
Benji had a mystery in front of him. Was his mother dead or not? If his mother was dead, why was his grandfather sending his photo to someone across the country?
But, if she wasn’t dead, why had his father and his grandfather lied to him all his life?
He needed to find out the truth. There was no point in asking his father about it. If they had been lying to him, they’d probably lie again.
“Why don’t you call The Gazette to see what happens?” a little voice inside him suggested.
“Yeah, why not?” He said aloud.
He turned on his grandfather’s laptop and Googled ‘Middletown Gazette, WA’ in the search bar. He found a website and a phone number. His heart was beating hard and heavy beneath his ribs, as he punched the number.
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