Chapter 17
โHeโs not okay,โ I replied coldly. โHe died three years ago.โ
The phone slipped from Jacksonโs hands, clattering to the floor. The screen flickered before reviving. He looked as if he might collapse. โDead? Why didnโt I know? Why didnโt you tell me?!โ
โHow do you think I feel?โ I retorted. โHas anyone in your family ever cared about him?โ
Jackson trembled, too ashamed to meet my gaze. I recalled meeting his parents and cautiously inquiring about siblings. Theyโd dismissed the question with a wave: โNo.โ Jackson himself had said, โThere used to be one, but you can consider him dead.โ When I pressed further, heโd slammed a bowl down, warning, โWe donโt speak of him in this family.โ Heโd resented Joseph for escaping, for becoming the new target of their neglect.
โSave your crocodile tears,โ I said. โDo you really think he ended up in the Nyara Republic by choice? Itโs all because of your family.โ Jackson abruptly ended the call.
A few days later, his parents appeared at my door, saying Jackson had disappeared. They explained how heโd returned home that day and gone on a rampage, destroying everything. Heโd blamed them for the tragedies, saying that if they hadnโt forced Joseph to leave, he would never have gone to the Nyara Republic, never met me, never died. Everything was connected, heโd said, inextricably. Heโd confessed that his repressed emotions had led him to mistakenly believe heโd fallen for Sara, causing him to miss his chance with me.
Nothing could be undone. Jackson subsequently quit his hospital job and vanished.
โZoey! How can you blame us?โ his parents pleaded. โWe just wanted our son to make more money. We told him to stay at the hospital, but he wouldnโt listen. Now look whatโs happenedโheโs gone! Isnโt this all his own doing? How could Jackson be angry with us? Weโre his parents!โ
โPlease, help us bring him back! Weโve already lost one son; we canโt lose another!โ
I couldnโt bear it any longer. I hurled my phone down. โGet out!โ I screamed. โYou donโt deserve to be parents!โ
Devastated, I returned to the familiar forest. I sat beneath a large tree, watching sunlight filter through the leaves as I hugged my knees.
Though the Nyara Republic had yielded only a brief encounter, I imagined how suffocated Joseph must have felt in that household. Heโd initially listed his partner as his emergency contact with Mรฉdecins Sans Frontiรจres, but later changed it to me. He never wanted his family to know about his struggles. Despite his dysfunctional family, heโd become an incredibly kind, gentle, and selfless person.
The thought filled my heart with overwhelming sadness.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rustled the trees, and something fell, striking my forehead. I picked it upโa dog tag. Aid workers in conflict zones often carry them for identification. I assumed it belonged to a soldier, but upon closer inspection, I saw โJosephโ engraved on its surface.
My heart stopped. I traced the name, unable to believe it. How could this be? Why would Josephโs tag be here?
Chapter 18