The paper had three words on it. Thank you. Goodbye.
Zamir sat down. His brother was never this straight forward. There had to be a secret message behind these three words. He had been deciphering his brother’s words for years now. Nothing that Shachaf did was behind Zamir’s understanding, much to Shachaf’s irritation.
There was nothing else behind these words. Shachaf was gone. This was beyond Zamir’s understanding.
Had things really been that bad? Shachaf couldn’t have gone too far. Zamir would prepare to find him and bring him back. They would talk about this. His brother didn’t get to run away from him.
Folding up the paper, he placed it into his breast pocket and stood back up.