I pulled out my phone again, my hands trembling. I didn’t have his number, but I remembered seeing it once in a letter he had sent me last Christmas. I frantically searched through my backpack, tossing aside crayons and coloring books, until I found the crumpled envelope. My heart leapt when I saw the familiar handwriting.
With trembling fingers, I dialed the number, my hope hanging by a thread. Each ring felt like an eternity, and I was on the verge of giving up when a voice answered. Deep, calm, and unmistakably his.
“Hello, this is Marcus Bennett.”
“Dad?” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper.
There was a pause, and I heard him inhale sharply. “Leah? Is that you?”
Suddenly, the floodgates opened, and I poured out the whole story in a breathless rush. My mom, Hawaii, Calvin, the laughter, the abandonment. I was afraid he wouldn’t believe me or wouldn’t care, but his voice was steady and reassuring.
“Stay right where you are, Leah. I’m sending someone to get you. Don’t move, and try to stay calm. I’m coming.”
The relief was overwhelming, like a warm blanket on a cold night. I sat there, clutching my phone, my lifeline, and waited.
True to his word, it wasn’t long before a kind-looking man in a suit approached me. “Leah?” he asked gently, and I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“My name is Robert, and your father sent me. Let’s get you home, shall we?”
He took my hand, and for the first time that day, I felt safe. As we walked through the terminal, I glanced back at the gate, where my mom should have been. A pang of sadness hit me, but it was tempered by a new understanding of where I truly belonged.
When my mom returned from her vacation, she found that everything had changed. My father had used his influence to ensure that I would never be in her custody again. Her world, built on the fragile foundations of her own selfish desires, crumbled.
She never guessed that in casting me aside, she would lose the one thing that mattered most. For me, it was the beginning of a new chapter, one where I was loved and valued, finally embraced by the family I was always meant to have.