Shasta had grown up with an emotionally distant mother who was extremely private about her past. Shasta's father left when she was very young, and she had no memories of him. When she asked here mother, all that she would say was that he had been a salesman who was away from home a lot. She told Shasta that she had no idea where he was now or how to find him, and she made it clear that the subject was closed.
It wasn't until Shasta was well into her thirties and her mother died after a long illness, that she discovered there was more to the past than she had been told. As she was sorting through her mother's belongings she came across a small velvet box in the drawer of her jewelry chest. Opening the box she found a locket with a photo of Shasta as a young child on the left side, but who was the little boy pictured on the right? His face seemed almost familiar, but she couldn't place him and she wondered why her mother would have his picture there.
It was an unsettling discovery that led her to begin searching through her mother's personal papers looking for a clue. In a stack of legal papers that had yellowed with time, she found a birth certificate that stunned her. Apparently she had a brother named Thomas that had been born two years after her. Was this the little boy whose photo was next to hers in the locket? It had to be! But where was he? What had happened to him? Shasta knew she would never be at peace until she found some answers.
Since she had no close relatives to ask about her little brother, Shasta wrote down the name of her father as listed on the birth certificate, and began an online search to find him. There with several entries on websites, all with the same name, but residing in different states. Starting with the ones that were in relative proximity and within possible age range, she began making calls and sending letters trying to find her long lost father. One by one she crossed entries off the list she had made as the answers came back that they didn't know her or her mother and hadn't lived or worked in the area at the time of her or Thomas's birth.
Then one night she made a call that was about to change her life. Dialing yet another number on the list, she began to tell her story to the man on the other end. He got very quiet and she held her breath waiting for a response. "I believe that I am your father and you have found me, Shasta," said a voice choked with emotion, "All these years I have longed to know what happened to you and to hear your voice. When we got divorced your mother and I signed an agreement that we wouldn't have any contact and wouldn't interfere in each other's lives. She kept you and I took Thomas to live with me."
"Thomas?" Shasta's heart nearly stopped beating. "Where is Thomas?"
"He's right here, Shasta, he just dropped by to visit me. Would you like to talk to him?"
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