It was getting dark, and me and Spencer were walking along the beach, with our toes drenched with wet sand due to the sprinkle of rain earlier today. My short brown hair was sandy, the waves of it salty. Spencer’s was rather light, his blond hair light from the ultraviolet rays in the afternoon. We were hand in hand, his fingers caressing mine, squeezing each other’s. “Lindsay,”

He let go of my hand, and he grinned. “Well look at this, there not always in the movies..” I had no idea what he was talking about, but I followed him anyway, because he was mine.

There was a dirty glass bottle laying in the sand, still wet slightly from the ocean. My boyfriend picked up the glass bottle and handed it to me. There was a cork on top of it, tightly screwed. I tried to remove it, but I was too weak. “Here, I can’t unscrew it,” he took it from me, and finally he got it open instead. His muscular arms and his child-like smile was so bright. Spencer has always wanted to find a bottle like this at the beach.

Inside was a white slip of paper, still dry but a little wet. He dumped out the paper because the opening was too small, and handed me the bottle. Before unfolding the paper, I noticed something. “Wait,” I took the slip of paper and there was small handwriting on it, almost unnoticeable. “Look,” he came beside me and leaned in towards the paper. “It says ‘Fellow Human’.” I finally unfolded it, and we started reading:

“Hey. You there. My name is Graham Ledner. I wrote this note because I thought someone might find me. I was at this beach a while back and I woke up, terrified. I need to find my family, I don’t exactly know where they are, or who they are. Please help me. All I somewhat remember is that I had a mother. I think her name was Lindsay, or something like that..”

I stopped reading. I gasped. I was stunned. Spencer was confused. “Lindsay? Do you know this person, Graham? You need to tell me. Now.”

My heart was beating so fast I could hardly move, I was a mannequin. Spencer kept trying to comfort but make me talk at the same time.

“No, I- I can’t tell you-“ Spencer grabbed my shoulders and stared at me, with an icy stare. “Who is Graham?” He said that very slowly, intimidatingly slow.

“Do you remember when I told you I had a son, who I could barely remember, that I put up for adoption years ago? Do you remember why I did that? I don’t know why I did it. I wasn’t a good mom. That note just now made me remember his name. Graham..”

“Just tell me.”

I crossed my arms, standing in the sand, wide eyed.

Spencer finally made it click in his mind. His whole expression shifted. “Are you saying..”

I nodded.

“Graham is my son. And we need to find him, now.”