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Even though I was abducted, I still recall my biological parents naming me Kathryn Wilson.

And this young man, his name is Travis Lewis.

He's a top-notch student. Once, I peeked into his locker and noticed a stack of achievement certificates.

It seemed he didn't have a father figure in his life, being raised solely by his mother.

He cared deeply for me, and when he learned I was missing my family, he took it upon himself to help me find my mom and dad.

First, he printed numerous flyers and distributed them to the locals.

Then, he used his mother's Facebook account to post online, assisting me in my search.

During one of our shopping outings, we passed by a well-regarded high school in town.

He pointed at it and chuckled as he said, "Kathryn, perhaps you'll be my junior there one day."

Upon arriving home, a courier delivered a letter.

Trevis glanced at it and leaped for joy.

He exclaimed, "Mom! Kathryn! I got accepted!"

As it turns out, Trevis had just finished his college entrance exams this year, and he had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of his acceptance letter.

As a young child, I didn't comprehend the significance of the word "Harvard" on the letter but I was simply genuinely happy for Trevis.

Mrs. Lewis, Trevis's mother, joyfully hugged him.

Then, she mentioned that Trevis had received responses to his online posts, and perhaps I would be able to return home soon.

Trevis felt a mixture of emotions but was also excited as he inquired, "Mom, when will it happen?"

Mrs. Lewis smiled and replied, "We're not certain at this point. The family is arriving in town tomorrow, and I'll meet with them. Just in case they make an error or aren't suitable, I wouldn't want to place Kathryn in their care."

The following day, Mrs. Lewis went to meet with that family, and Trevis took me to the amusement park.

We enjoyed various rides - the Merry-go-round, the Ferris wheel...

We played until nightfall.

As it was time to head home, Trevis answered a phone call.

After a brief conversation, his expression suddenly changed.

He turned sharply and rushed out of the amusement park.

I stood there in shock, wanting to follow, but I slipped and tumbled to the ground.

However, he didn't hear me and didn't look back.

I felt abandoned.

I remained there until late at night, and finally, a kind person called the police and brought me to the police station.

The police station was dimly lit, quite dark, and the chilly wind made it even colder.

They inquired about my family's whereabouts, but I simply shook my head and remained silent.

I felt depressed, believing that Trevis was merely finding a way to get rid of me, that he no longer wanted anything to do with me.

It wasn't until three days later that the police obtained some information.

A policewoman approached and sighed, explaining that Trevis didn't mean to do it.

Because the phone call he received at the time informed him that his mother had passed away.

She had died in a car accident.

The driver noticed Mrs. Lewis waiting at the traffic lights and crashed into the barrier, colliding with her against a pillar.

Then, the driver fled the scene.

My heart raced, and I desperately wanted to hurry back to check on Trevis.

The police dropped me off at our familiar home's doorstep.

As I entered, I found Trevis on the floor, clutching a black-and-white photo of Mrs. Lewis, his vacant gaze unfocused.

I rushed over and called out, "Trevis!"

Seeing him like this tore at my heart, but he gradually returned to reality, and when he saw me, his pupils constricted.

He abruptly pushed me to the ground. "Get lost!" he shouted.