Chapter 2 The Discovery

Alex, the oldest of the triplets, was smart. Too smart for a five-year-old, according to his teachers.

He could read books that kids twice his age couldn't understand. He could do math in his head faster than kids with calculators. He could remember every single thing he heard, like his brain was a computer that never deleted files.

This was why Alex was the one who found it.

It was the morning after the airplane dream. Molly was in the shower, and the children were supposed to be watching cartoons. But Alex got bored with cartoons. He wandered into his mother's room instead.

Her bag sat on the floor, still unpacked from the flight. Alex was just curious. He liked looking at things and figuring out how they worked.

Inside the bag, he found papers. Old papers, yellow and wrinkled. Documents from the hospital in the May family city. Medical records. Birth certificates.

Alex's little fingers traced the words. He couldn't read everything, but he could read enough.

Father: Unknown

Mother: Molly May

Date of Birth: [exact date five years ago]

But there was something else. On the back of one of the papers, there was a name written in pen. Handwriting that looked like it had been written in anger or pain—shaky and heavy.

Sean Anderson

"Ben! Claudia! Come here!" Alex called out.

His brother and sister came running. Claudia was sucking her thumb, which meant she was still sleepy. Ben had chocolate from breakfast all around his mouth.

"What is it?" Ben asked.

"Look at this," Alex said, holding up the papers. Even though he was only five, he had a way of speaking like he was much older. "Mom's never told us who our father is. These papers say 'father unknown.' But someone wrote a name on the back."

Ben leaned in and read the name out loud. "Sean Anderson."

"Who is Sean Anderson?" Claudia asked, pulling her thumb out of her mouth.

"That's our father," Alex said simply. "Mom just didn't tell us about him."

The three children looked at each other. They didn't know it yet, but they had just started something that would change everything.

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Three days later, after they moved into their small rented apartment in Northfolk, Alex did something very clever.

He used his mother's computer when she was at work.

He typed "Sean Anderson Northfolk" into the search engine, and results came up immediately. There were hundreds of Sean Andersons, but only one that mattered. One that made sense.

Sean Anderson. CEO of Anderson Industries. One of the richest men in the entire country.

The computer showed a picture. A tall man with dark hair and sharp features. He was wearing a suit that probably cost more money than Molly made in a month. His face was cold and serious, like he didn't smile very much.

"That's him," Alex whispered to Ben and Claudia, who stood on either side of his chair. "That's our father."

"He looks mean," Claudia said.

"He looks rich," Ben said, which was more important to him at that moment.

"He looks like us," Alex said. And it was true. If you looked carefully at the picture, you could see pieces of all three children in that man's face. The shape of their eyes. The color of their hair. The way their chins were shaped.

Alex printed out the information. Then he deleted the search history so their mother wouldn't know.

"We have to meet him," Alex said. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a fact, the way he said it.

"But Mommy said not to talk to strangers," Claudia said, worrying her bottom lip.

"He's not a stranger," Alex said. "He's our father. And I think he doesn't know about us. I think Mommy never told him."

Ben's eyes got big. "Maybe he'll want to meet us! Maybe he'll be happy!"

"Or maybe he'll be angry that Mommy kept us from him," Alex said, always thinking three steps ahead. "But we need to know. And we need to do it without telling Mommy. Not yet."

That night, after Molly fell asleep, the three children whispered together in the dark.

"How do we find him?" Claudia asked.

"His office is in the Anderson Building downtown," Alex said. "It's in the business district. I saw the address on the website."

"We can't just walk in there," Ben said. "We're too small. They won't let us see him."

Alex was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "We'll figure it out. We always do."

And they would figure it out. But first, they had to get to his office without their mother knowing.

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The next afternoon, Molly told the children she had to work late. She dropped them off at an after-school program and kissed each of them goodbye.

"Be good," she said. "I'll pick you up at six."

The moment her car disappeared around the corner, Alex put his plan into action.

The three children waited until the program coordinator was busy with other kids, then they slipped out the back door. They had practiced this. They knew exactly how to do it.

Downtown Northfolk was huge and scary and full of tall buildings that touched the sky. The children had to walk for twenty minutes to find the Anderson Building. Their small legs got tired, and Ben started complaining that his feet hurt.

"Keep going," Alex said. "We're almost there."

When they finally saw the building, they stopped and stared. It was the tallest building on the street. Glass and steel and shiny and important. There were people in suits everywhere, walking fast and looking busy.

"Now what?" Claudia whispered.

Alex took a deep breath. "We go inside and find him."

They walked through the glass doors together, three small children surrounded by tall adults in expensive clothes. No one paid attention to them. People were too busy with their own lives.

The elevator was silver and shiny. Alex pushed the button for the top floor. When the doors closed, Ben whispered, "What if he's mean to us?"

"Then we'll know," Alex said. "And at least we'll know the truth."

The elevator climbed higher and higher.

And when the doors opened on the top

floor, the three children stepped out into the office of their father—a man who didn't even know they existed.