Learning that flowers were disappearing from his wife’s grave, a wealthy man installed a camera. But when he watched the video, he was left speechless

Adam ran as fast as he could to the shovel. He approached Jacob from behind. Jacob didn’t see him.

He was too busy burying a living person. That’s not how we do things here, the caretaker said, and struck Jacob on the head with the shovel. He fell to the ground unconscious and lay there until the police arrived.

Actually, Kate didn’t let Michael escape either. Seeing him leaving the gate, Catherine took Jacob’s car keys and tried to leave, but Michael blocked her path. He understood she only wanted to kill him in words, she wouldn’t have the courage to run him over.

So both Jacob and Kate were arrested that evening. At home, they found a bag of money from the safe. The cemetery caretaker gave his testimony, and Adam stayed with Michael until late at night.

When everything was over, he called the orphanage and told the story. I’m taking him. It doesn’t matter whether it’s guardianship or adoption.

I hope you won’t object. The boy really saved my life. I can’t just leave him now.

The nanny stayed with Sophia all night. Michael apologized to her, paid her extra for the overtime, and let her go home. Adam and Sophia spent the night in the nursery.

Adam was already used to sleeping on a small couch next to Sophia’s bed. Michael still couldn’t fall asleep. Those events kept playing in his mind.

Where would he be now if it weren’t for Adam? He would have run out of oxygen. He would be dying right now, underground. Closer to dawn, he finally slipped into a deep, restless sleep, only to wake up screaming.

He dreamt of a coffin, the sounds of earth pounding against the lid. Rain was pouring buckets. Adam and Sophia were quietly watching TV in the bedroom.

Michael pondered for a long time on what to do. To take the boy, he needed to make sure his mother wouldn’t show up. He already felt attached to Adam.

The boy was so curious, so polite, so independent for his age, like an adult in a child’s voice. Michael drank strong tea without sugar and watched as the drops monotonously slid down the glass, replacing each other. So much had happened.

Just yesterday, he was grieving over Catherine, feeling the pain of loss, and today he almost hated her. Yesterday he would have given anything to see her alive, and today he would trade much to keep everything the same. Hello, Mr. Mathis, this is Mike Larson.

Yes, good day, he said into the receiver. He had a three-day stubble on his face. He had neither the strength nor the desire to shave.

He contacted his old acquaintance and asked for help. Mr. Mathis was an extremely busy man, juggling a job in law enforcement and private detective work. With connections in all the important departments, he could easily find a person, even if they had left the country.

He was often approached by those who couldn’t find their loved ones. Michael explained that he wanted to find Adam Johnson’s mother. As long as she’s listed as missing, they won’t let me adopt Adam.

Wouldn’t it be easier to grease the palms of those who decide on adoption, missing and for a long time? How long has it been? Ah, two years. You don’t say, no, I have a different interest in this matter. What if something happened to her? The boy misses her.

He keeps telling me how wonderful she was. I would still like to find her. But if she’s dead, then I’ll adopt him and that’s the end of it.

All right, I’ll check through my channels. Just remember, I’m not all-powerful. Sometimes these things remain unsolved.

But as my experience tells me, the mother probably just abandoned the kid and is up to who knows what in the capital. She did go there, right? Yes, it happened on December 28th, just before New Year’s. She got on a train and that’s it…