I had told myself I would one day need it if I ever needed to find out where Goldi went.
I had just never brought myself to do it.
The hate and pain held me back as I wondered what good would come from finding a mother who had abandoned her son.
Now that I knew why she left, I had to find out what happened to her.
Goldi’s mother’s name and contacts were inside the address book.
Goldi and Rachel had been estranged for years.
I had met Rachel only twice, and Goldi rarely spoke about her.
I decided that now was the time to reach out.
I hesitated for nearly an hour before calling.
A woman answered.
“Is this Rachel?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“My name is Arthur.”
There was a long silence.
Then she whispered, “Goldi’s Arthur?”
My throat tightened.
“Yes.”
Rachel began crying before I asked what had happened.
