The Detective Searched For His Missing Mother For Many Years, But One Day Something Strange Happened

The Shadow of a Childhood Mystery

Stanley Davis sat in his office and looked through the daily reports for the umpteenth time, hoping to find at least some clue that could help him solve the most painful mystery in his life. The fact was that the man’s mother went missing when he was 12 years old.

Stanley lived with his parents in one of the Ohio towns at the time. The boy was used to the fact that there was never any scandals or misunderstandings in his family.

And then one day, Rebecca Davis went to the farm and never returned home. Meanwhile, not a single person knew where the woman had disappeared to, but she left behind her husband and a young child.

Of course, search operations were organized after Mrs. Davis went missing, but unfortunately, they didn’t yield any results. The 12-year-old Stanley took it the hardest.

He loved his mother deeply, as she was the most important person in his life. Floyd Davis, however, grieved over the loss of his wife just as much as his son.

They had a happy marriage and lived together for about 15 years. A lot of time had passed since Mrs. Davis went missing, but the wound in the soul of the elderly man still caused him much pain.

If Stanley were asked why he went to serve in the police, he would probably answer without hesitation: “So I could find my mother, of course, either dead or alive,” the detective never got tired of repeating.

The mystery of his mother’s disappearance had become the case of his life. Meanwhile, few of Stanley’s colleagues knew the police officer had a secret that he rarely shared with anyone.

The fact was that the man had a large mole on his wrist which was shaped like a heart. But the unusual part of the situation was that Stanley’s missing mother had the same mole on her wrist.

That is why, when Stanley Davis was looking through daily reports on all unidentified crime victims, he was most afraid to see the familiar mark. The man was well respected by his colleagues and subordinates; he had earned his reputation over the years of service in the police.

An Unexpected Discovery at the Station

Stanley was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of persistent knocking on the door.

“Come in,” the detective answered, straightening his tie which had fallen to one side.

The department assistant stood at the door with the guilty expression on her face.

“Mr. Davis, I’m sorry to bother you, but there’s an urgent matter that needs your attention right away,” Megan Garcia muttered.

Stanley smiled reassuringly and lamented that the woman was addressing him too formally. Stanley felt this way because he was only a couple years older than his assistant and therefore treated her as an equal regardless of the fact that she was his subordinate.

“Stanley, the thing is that a baby was brought into the station,” Megan blurted out, mustering up her courage.

“What do you mean a baby? Who brought him in?” Stanley asked in bewilderment.

“I don’t know. The officer on duty said that there were two homeless people—at least they looked like it. They said that they had found the baby in a carrier that was left by the trash cans,” Megan answered, stammering at every word.

Hearing Megan’s answer, Stanley got up from the table and followed his assistant to the officer on duty. There indeed was a baby carrier, but it was empty because the officer was rocking the baby in his arms.

“Oh my god, Mr. Mitchell, do you remember anything about the people who brought in this baby? Did you ask for their names or last names? Maybe they had some special marks?” Stanley asked.

“They introduced themselves as Laura and Linda. As for the special marks, I don’t think so. Everything happened so quickly; they handed over the carrier and left,” the officer answered, doing his best to remember as many details as possible.

Stanley sighed in disappointment and went to the phone to call the orphanage and arrange for them to take the newborn.

“Mr. Davis, wait! I remember one of the beggars. She had a strange mark on her wrist. It was something like a mole in the shape of a heart,” exclaimed the officer on duty.

Chasing the Ghost of a Memory

Hearing this, Stanley turned pale and nearly fainted. He felt dizzy, his mouth went dry, and he desperately needed a glass of water.

Megan was standing next to him at the time; she looked at the detective with concern, but he had already overcome his initial shock and had pulled himself together. Stanley knew from experience that the probability of such a coincidence was equal to zero.

This meant that it was highly likely that his mother, who had disappeared many years ago, was at his police station earlier that day. But why did she look like she was homeless, and why did she use a different name?

Stanley thought, trying to make the puzzles fit in his mind, but no matter how much he tried to figure it out, the young detective had no answers. The truth was that the only way to dispel the remaining doubts was to find the woman who brought the baby to the police station.

But before starting the search, the man called his father to share the good news with him.

“Dad, can you imagine? I got some information today about a woman who, judging by the description, might be my mother,” Stanley said excitedly.

“Son, many years have passed since your mother went missing. Have you ever thought that maybe she doesn’t want to be found? Otherwise, where has she been all these years?” Floyd Davis objected.

But Stanley was so carried away by his new piece of information that he didn’t want to listen to any objections. He felt in his heart that it was his mother who came to the station that day.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t at the station at the time, and when he learned of the situation, it was already too late. While Stanley was talking to his father on the phone, Megan had already run to the pharmacy and bought formula to feed the baby.

The baby was clearly hungry, although he did not show any signs of anxiety.

“Well, isn’t this better? Now you can go to the orphanage,” Megan said with a smile when the baby was full.

At the sight of Megan with the baby, some new, previously unknown feeling arose in Stanley’s chest. The detective looked at the assistant with completely different eyes, in which admiration and tenderness could be read.

Stanley has always liked Megan, but unfortunately, things didn’t go beyond deeply hidden personal sympathies. In the depths of his soul, Stanley was afraid that his colleagues would condemn him for the office romance, and the detective didn’t feel like he could risk it.