A Chistmas Miracle
Copyright© 2021 by DB86
Chapter 12
“What is this?” Lizzie asked, picking it up.
“His address, phone number and email,” I replied. “I’ll leave it up to you to decide what to do with it, but I can at least tell you what I learned. Most of it was easily accessible information.”
She seemed to brace herself emotionally for whatever I was about to reveal.
“After J.J. graduated from military school he went to L.A.,” I said, “he worked a lot of small jobs, the longest one for a construction company. At the same time, he pursued a counseling career. He works as a counselor at an Evangelic School and runs a support group out of his church. He is married and has two young children, a boy and girl, ages three and one. His wife works as a teacher.”
Lizzie stared at me with wide eyes, blinked a few times, then abruptly stood up and walked out of the room. I rose from my chair and followed her to the kitchen. There,
I found her leaning against the center island with one hand over her face.
“Are you all right?” I asked, moving closer to lay a hand on her shoulder.
Lizzie turned and surprised me by wrapping her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. “I’m so happy to hear this,” she sputtered. “Really, I am. But at the same time it’s excruciating. It’s like a knife in my heart.”
“Why?”
“Because he hasn’t wanted to call us or see us or introduce his children to us. Or his wife. He must think we’re horrible people.”
I held her tight and said, “He would have wanted to move forward, not backward,” I offered.
Lizzie stepped back, sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.
“Rationally, I know that,” she said. “But it’s not easy to be objective when your recently deceased sister comes back from the dead to make sure you have your brother’s address and phone number.”
She became emotional again and turned into my arms a second time.
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