Chapter 227: The open door

The following morning, Lena received a message from Priya.

It contained three words.

The food was good.

Lena stared at her phone for nearly a minute.

Then she showed it to Adrian.

He read the message.

"That’s nice."

"That’s all you have to say?"

"What else should I say?"

"I don’t know. Something insightful."

Adrian considered the message again.

"Perhaps she’s complimenting the food."

Lena gave him a look.

"You’re impossible."

"Or perhaps she’s saying she enjoyed the evening but doesn’t know how to say it."

Her expression softened.

"That’s what I thought."

"Then why did you ask me?"

"Because I wanted to hear you say it."

Adrian smiled.

Lena typed a reply, deleted it, typed another, and deleted that one too.

He watched her struggle for another thirty seconds before reaching over.

"Just tell her you enjoyed having her over."

"I know that."

"Then tell her."

"It’s not that simple."

"Why?"

"Because I don’t want to make it seem as though one dinner has fixed everything."

Adrian nodded.

"Then don’t say that it has."

She stared at him.

Sometimes he wondered whether the most useful thing he could do for another person was remind them that they were allowed to say exactly what they meant.

Lena finally typed a message.

I’m glad you came. I’d like to see you again sometime, if you want to.

She sent it before she could change her mind.

Then she put her phone facedown on the table.

"There."

"Congratulations."

"Don’t."

"I’m proud of you."

"Adrian."

He raised both hands.

"Silence. Understood."

For almost five minutes, they managed to discuss breakfast without mentioning Priya.

Then Lena checked her phone.

Adrian said nothing.

She checked it again.

He continued eating.

On the third check, she finally looked at him.

"You can laugh."

"I wasn’t going to."

"You’re thinking about it."

"I’m thinking about the eggs."

"You’re a terrible person."

He smiled.

It was a good morning.

And because their lives had apparently developed a sense of humor, the good morning lasted until the doorbell rang.

Adrian glanced toward the hallway.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"No."

"Perhaps the universe has sent us another mysterious visitor."

"If it’s another person who wants you to explain existence, tell them we’re out."

He stood and opened the door.

A young man he didn’t recognize stood in the hallway.

He wore a dark jacket, carried a backpack, and looked as though he hadn’t slept properly in several nights.

"Adrian Cross?"

"Yes."

"My name is Jonas. I was told you might be able to help me."

Adrian’s expression changed.

He remembered the name.

Jonas.

The man who had disappeared in the Black Forest. The man who had supposedly been missing for six months, despite claiming to have entered the forest only the previous day.

The strange village.

The impossible footprints.

The door beneath the trees.

Lena appeared behind him.

"Who is it?"

Adrian didn’t look away from the visitor.

"Someone I thought I’d left behind."

Jonas frowned.

"I’m sorry?"

Adrian stepped aside.

"Come in."

Jonas hesitated before entering.

He looked around the apartment with an expression of quiet disbelief, as though he had expected something more dramatic.

Perhaps a throne.

Perhaps a room filled with mysterious objects.

Perhaps an enormous eye floating above the sofa.

Adrian was relieved to disappoint him.

"Would you like some tea?" Lena asked.

Jonas looked at her.

"Please."

She went to the kitchen.

Adrian led Jonas into the living room and gestured toward a chair.

"How did you find me?"

"A woman gave me your address."

"What woman?"

"I don’t know her name."

Adrian sighed.

"Of course you don’t."

Jonas reached into his backpack and took out a folded sheet of paper.

"She told me to give you this."

Adrian opened it.

There was no symbol on the paper. No strange handwriting. No cryptic message.

Just one sentence.

Some stories continue after the people inside them stop looking.

Adrian read it twice.

Then he looked at Jonas.

"Did she say anything else?"

"She said you would understand."

"I hate that sentence."

Jonas shifted uncomfortably.

"She also said I should tell you that I remember now."

Adrian went still.

"Remember what?"

Jonas looked down at his hands.

"Everything."

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Lena brought tea and quietly sat beside Adrian.

Jonas held his cup without drinking.

"I don’t know where to begin," he admitted.

"Start with what happened after we left the forest," Adrian said.

Jonas looked up sharply.

"You remember me?"

"I remember meeting you."

"Then you know I wasn’t the real Jonas."

Adrian leaned forward.

"I know the person we met in the forest called himself Jonas. I never learned whether he was you, a version of you, or something else entirely."

Jonas swallowed.

"I was the one who disappeared."

He explained that he had entered the Black Forest six months earlier, searching for his brother.

His brother had gone missing near the edge of the woods. Jonas had followed his trail and found a clearing with a tree covered in names.

He had seen his own name carved into the bark.

Then he had heard a voice asking whether he wanted to find his brother.

He had answered yes.

After that, he remembered nothing clearly.

He recalled walking through the forest, encountering strangers who seemed to know him, and repeatedly finding himself in places he had already passed.

Sometimes he heard his brother calling.

Sometimes he heard his own voice.

And sometimes he heard a woman asking a question.

If you find him, what will you do?

"I always answered that I’d bring him home," Jonas said. "I never considered what would happen if he didn’t want to return."

Adrian exchanged a glance with Lena.

"Did you find him?"

Jonas nodded.

"He was alive."

"Where is he now?"

"At home."

The answer came with an uncomfortable pause.

Jonas continued.

"He’d been gone for three days. Not six months. He’d gotten lost in the woods, found shelter in an abandoned cabin, and eventually made his way out on the other side. He’d been staying with a family in a nearby village."

"Then why did everyone think he’d been gone for six months?"

"I don’t know."

Jonas looked at Adrian.

"But when I finally found him, he was angry with me."

"Why?"

"Because I wouldn’t let him leave."

He explained that his younger brother had wanted to move away for years. Their parents had died, and Jonas had become the person responsible for keeping the family together.

He had convinced himself that his brother needed him.

That keeping him close was the same as protecting him.

When his brother had disappeared, Jonas had spent every waking moment searching for him.

And when he finally found him, he had demanded that they return home together.

"He told me he’d been trying to leave for months," Jonas said. "He said I had made him feel guilty every time he talked about going away. He said he hadn’t disappeared because he wanted to die or because he didn’t care about me."

Jonas looked at the tea in his hands.

"He said he wanted a life that belonged to him."

Adrian felt something tighten in his chest.

Mara’s brother.

The woman Lena had hurt.

Noah’s coworker.

Different circumstances, different consequences, but the same uncomfortable truth.

People could love one another and still make it difficult for each other to live.

"What happened in the forest?" Adrian asked.

Jonas shook his head.

"I don’t know. After my brother left, I went back to the clearing. The tree was gone. The names were gone. I found a path I’d never seen before, and when I followed it, I came out near the main road."

He paused.

"It was the next morning."

Adrian frowned.

"Six months after you entered?"

"No. The next morning."

Silence filled the room.

Jonas finally drank his tea.

"I don’t expect you to believe me."

"I believe you experienced something you can’t explain."

"Isn’t that the same thing?"

"Not necessarily."

Jonas gave a tired laugh.

"I suppose that’s fair."

Adrian looked at the note again.

Some stories continue after the people inside them stop looking.

He remembered Lena standing in the forest. The names carved into the tree. The voice beneath the ground that had spoken with his own.

He had thought the door was closed.

He had thought he had moved on.

Perhaps he had confused moving forward with leaving everything behind.

"What do you want from me?" Adrian asked.

Jonas hesitated.

"I want to know why it happened to me."

Adrian nodded slowly.

"That’s understandable."

"And I want to know if my brother is safe."

"Have you spoken to him?"

"Yes."

"Does he seem safe?"

"Yes."

"Has he told you he wants to come home?"

Jonas looked away.

"No."

Adrian let the silence remain.

Finally, Jonas said, "I think I know what you’re going to tell me."

"Then I’ll save us both some time."

A reluctant smile appeared on Jonas’s face.

"You think I should let him go."

"I think you should listen to what he wants. If he wants to leave, you can tell him you’ll miss him. You can tell him you’re afraid. You can tell him you don’t understand."

Adrian leaned forward.

"But you can’t turn those feelings into reasons he isn’t allowed to choose."

Jonas stared at him.

"And if something happens to him?"

"Then you’ll have to face that possibility."

"That’s all?"

"No. You can stay in touch if he wants to. You can offer help. You can make sure he knows he has somewhere to return to."

Adrian paused.

"But you can’t guarantee that he’ll take you up on it."

Jonas lowered his head.

For several seconds, he didn’t speak.

Then he said, "I don’t know how to be his brother if he doesn’t need me."

Adrian understood that sentence more than he wanted to.

He had spent years confusing being needed with being loved.

He had tried to become indispensable to people because he was afraid that if they could live without him, they might choose to do so.

It had taken him a long time to understand that love was not a contract requiring constant usefulness.

"Maybe you don’t need to be the person he needs," Adrian said. "Maybe you just need to be his brother."

Jonas looked up.

"What if that’s not enough?"

Adrian smiled faintly.

"It might not be enough for you."

He let that settle.

"But it could be enough for him."

Jonas looked down at his cup.

Then he nodded.

"I think I need to call him."

"That sounds like a good idea."

He took out his phone, hesitated, and put it away again.

"Not yet. I need to think about what to say."

"Then think."

Jonas gave a small laugh.

"You make everything sound so simple."

"It rarely is."

He stood and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

"Thank you for listening."

Adrian walked him to the door.

Before leaving, Jonas turned back.

"Do you think I’ll ever understand what happened in that forest?"

Adrian considered the question.

He remembered the names on the tree. The door. The strange figure that had told him the world didn’t belong to him.

He remembered a girl named Lena who had once asked whether he would remember her.

He had spent so much time trying to understand the forest that he had almost forgotten what it had shown him.

"I don’t know," he said. "But I don’t think you need to understand it before you can decide what happens next."

Jonas nodded.

Then he left.

Adrian closed the door.

Lena was standing behind him.

"Another mystery?"

"Apparently."

"Are you going to investigate it?"

He thought about the forest, the impossible passage of time, and the strange message that had found its way to his home.

Then he looked at Lena.

"Not today."

She smiled.

"Good."

He returned to the kitchen and finished his cold breakfast.

For the rest of the morning, he didn’t search for Jonas’s brother. He didn’t try to contact the woman who had delivered the message. He didn’t look for a door hidden beneath the city.

He washed the dishes.

He helped Lena finish her shopping list.

He went outside to buy coffee, and this time he bought the kind she liked.

It was a small thing.

An ordinary thing.

But as he walked home, he found himself thinking about the people who had entered his life and then left it, the people who had returned, and the people who were still deciding whether they wanted to stay.

He couldn’t keep all of them.

He couldn’t make every relationship work.

But he could leave the door open without standing in front of it, demanding that someone come through.

And perhaps, sometimes, that was what it meant to love someone.

Not waiting forever.

Not searching endlessly.

Just making sure that if they ever chose to return, there was still a place for them.

Adrian reached his building and looked up at the windows.

Lena was standing behind the glass, waving at him.

He waved back.

Then he went upstairs.

The forest could wait.

For once, he had something more important to do.

He had coffee to deliver.