The waitress at our diner never spoke to anyone.
Every night at exactly 9:40 PM, she’d sit alone outside for three minutes… staring at the same old photograph.
One night, a customer accidentally knocked the picture onto the floor.
I picked it up for her.
It was a photo of my brother.
The brother who disappeared 12 years ago.
When she realized I recognized him, her face went completely pale.
Then she whispered:
“You weren’t supposed to find me.”
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She looked at the photo in my hand and started crying.
“I never wanted your family to hate him,” she whispered.
Turns out my brother didn’t disappear 12 years ago.
The night everyone thought he died…
he saved her life instead.
Before leaving, she handed me an old letter.
The handwriting was his.
At the very end, it said:
“If I ever remember who I am… I’ll come home.”
Then someone knocked on the diner window.
And my heart nearly stopped.
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