Gerry clasped his phone tightly, Healy's words echoing in his mind.
His expression was unreadable, a mix of sorrow and joy.
When Healy didn't hear a response, he asked with a hint of confusion, “Hey? Gerry, you there?”
Still, there was no reply.
“Gerry?”
Just when Healy thought there might be something wrong with his phone, Gerry finally spoke, “You sure it's from Cloudcrest?”
Gerry himself probably didn’t expect his voice to tremble as he spoke.
Eighteen years, and this was the first time he had heard anything about his birth mother.
For Gerry, there couldn’t be a better Christmas' gift.
“Yes, Gerry,” Healy continued, “Zack traced the factory address, it's definitely from Cloudcrest.”
“Healy.”
“What?”
Gerry looked up at the sky, a slow smile spreading across his face, “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Gerry,” Healy replied. “Are you coming out for the fireworks at midnight?”
“Yeah.”
After hanging up, Gerry walked into the dining room.
Janet looked up at Gerry, “Who was that on the phone?”
“A friend,” Gerry answered.
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