Nobody responds. I think it’s a mistake, a wrong number or a robot, but then I hear the faintest, most distant street noise.
“Who is this?” I say. I’m still holding the baby picture in my other hand and all of the sudden the two things seem connected. I know that’s silly. I know it’s late and I’m scared and my mind is playing weird tricks on me. But I have this sense, this knowledge I can feel all over my body, deep in my bones, that I’m right. That this phone call means something. That the silent person at the end of the lin is trying to tell me something by not saying anything at all.
“Mom?” I whisper.
Whoever it is hangs up.
Well this turned out to be a disappointment, it felt too open-ended, I was hoping for a conclusive ending, and in a way we do get that. Haru and Seiji and Haru, her mom and Seiji. But what about Bonta? What about Toma? What about Chie-chan and Seiji?