Anna remained unconscious, so Laura started building her life from records. The first surprise was a passport application filed three weeks earlier. It had stalled because the supporting documents did not fully match. Anna’s school, medical, and part-time employment records were easy to follow through her teenage years. Before that, the trail became thin, then almost disappeared around the time she was five.
Laura called Richard again. This time he admitted they weren’t Anna’s biological parents. He hesitated. “They died overseas. Helen and I took responsibility afterward.” Laura asked for their names, where they had lived, and where they died. Richard stumbled over details that should have been simple. “It was complicated,” he finally said. “A long time ago.” Laura wrote down every answer and handed the list to her team. He sounded tired or evasive or both.
Birth registrations produced nothing useful. Neither did travel records nor death certificates. The names Richard gave existed in scattered places, but none matched Anna’s supposed history. When Laura called him again, his tone hardened. “I’m done answering questions without a lawyer.” He hung up. Laura sat back and studied Anna’s file. The problem was no longer that a teenager had run away. It was that Anna Cole’s parents might never have existed at all. But then who was she?