I Stumbled Upon a Headstone in the Woods and Saw My Childhood Photo on It – I Was Shocked When I Learned the Truth

“Maybe there’s someone in this town who knows more. Someone who remembers the fire…

and maybe even your birth parents, Trav. Maybe fate allowed us to move here for a reason?”

I nodded slowly. I didn’t know what else to say.

I had always felt a little lost in my life. I couldn’t remember my birth parents. I couldn’t even remember if I’d had any siblings or grandparents.

It was as though that time of my life had been redacted by some force higher than me.

The next day, I visited the local library and asked about the property behind our cottage.

The woman at the front desk looked confused.

“There used to be a family who lived off-grid back there years ago. But the house burned down when a spark from the fireplace landed on a curtain. People don’t really talk about it anymore.”

I asked if anyone still living in town might know more.

“Try Clara M.,” she said.

“She’s the old woman who sits at the apple stall in the daily market. She’s nearly 90 years old. And she’s lived here her whole life.

That’s your best bet. Here’s her address.”

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