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

But no one knows where she got off. Train, you say, or how many people were thrown off trains back in the day. But it’s not the same time now.

Let’s hope for the best. All right, keep in touch. Michael had been waiting for a response from his old friend for over a week.

During this time he had been working from home remotely, only occasionally popping into the office to make sure everything was in order. The staff were handling things splendidly and weren’t bothering the boss with trivial matters. Finally, late one evening, the long-awaited call came at his home.

I found Adam’s mom, the voice on the other end said. Linda Johnson is currently in a maternity hospital on the outskirts of the capital. It’s a budget facility and the service leaves much to be desired.

According to my information, she decided to become a surrogate mother. She spent a long time in the hospital, treated for amnesia, but upon discharge she still didn’t remember anything. That’s what it says in her medical records.

For some time she lived with Scott Howell. He works as a janitor in the same hospital where Linda was treated, and then she became a surrogate mother for a childless couple. It was a family that, shortly before Linda’s delivery, got into a car accident, with all members present.

Grandmother, grandfather, husband and wife. Linda is still in the maternity hospital, having a difficult time after giving birth. According to my data, she has triplets.

Michael was shocked. This was unbelievable. How could she decide on something like this? Could it be that her memory didn’t return and she simply doesn’t remember her mother and son? Amnesia, you say? Michael mused thoughtfully.

Yes, that’s what it says in the patient’s chart. There are some peculiarities with her passport. She was getting it restored.

She renewed her health insurance, but didn’t request her son’s birth certificate. Maybe it wasn’t lost, or maybe someone deliberately removed the child from her documents. It’s a dark story.

It’s a pity for the girl, 26 years old, and she’s holding three strangers’ children, and it seems there’s nowhere for her to turn. And the guy she lived with in the city, Scott, according to my data, left the country. He has a grandmother in Israel, and he headed there.

Looks like they went their separate ways. Thank you so much. Can you give me the address? And of course, I’ll text it to you.

After that call, Michael sat for a long time, staring into space. Trying to process everything that was said was extremely difficult. He watched as Adam brushed his teeth in the bathroom.

He did it meticulously. Apparently, his mother had taught him well. Michael desperately wanted to tell him that she was alive, that tomorrow they would all go see her, but he remained silent.

The next day, Michael took Adam and Sophia to the address provided. Fortunately, the journey wasn’t too long. They arrived within a few hours.

Michael didn’t know how to tell the boy that they were going to his mother. What if his friend was mistaken and it wasn’t her there? It could be quite traumatic for the child. We’re going to visit one of my good acquaintances, he lied.

Oh, okay. The children didn’t need much. They drank juices and watched cartoons on the tablet the whole way.

Soon, the maternity hospital appeared on the horizon. It was an old two-story building made of red brick. Linda certainly didn’t end up there for a good reason.

Perhaps she didn’t want publicity. Surrogacy isn’t exactly advertised, or maybe there wasn’t enough money for a good clinic. It was strange.

The maternity hospital stood in the wilderness on the outskirts. Around it were ruins, steps and plantations. Well, here we are.

Let’s get out. Michael opened the car door and the children jumped out. Approaching the doors of the maternity hospital, he encountered an elderly plump woman in a white coat.

Hello? Is Linda Johnson here? He asked quietly, while Adam got distracted, examining an old wooden carved door. Yes, she’s here. Come in…