“You’re deep in thought.”
His husky whisper halts my trip down memory lane.
“I was remembering how we met.”
He says nothing and I suppose I’ve embarrassed him so add quickly, “I mean, I’m surprised I had the courage to discuss my suspicions with you at all. I’m usually so reserved but well—you made it easy, I guess.”
He nods, his eyes never leaving the road for a second, which is reassuring.
“I’m hoping I get the answers I’ve suspected for some time now.”
“What will you do with the information when you get it?”
I’m surprised by his question. More because I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.
“What if she’s alive, Stefan? I’ve lost my father, and there is still hope I’ll find my mother. I won’t be alone anymore.”
“You have your sisters.”
“True, but they aren’t a parent.”
I huff, “I was denied one because my father wasn’t that great as a father if I’m honest.”
“You had everything money could buy.”
His tone is sharp, and I suppose it’s because his family doesn’t have money. He told me that a while ago.
“True, but what are money or possessions worth if no love is attached to them? Money has never been the driving force behind my intentions. I want to find a place I belong where I am accepted unconditionally.”
“And you suppose your mother will provide that.”
He sounds skeptical and I expect I would be in his shoes.
“I’m not sure. Perhaps, but at least I tried.”
“So, what is your plan?”
He asks the important question—one I still haven’t figured out for myself yet.
“I’m hoping to find answers at the head office. It’s a good place to start at least.”
“Where will you stay? I doubt you’ll be able to walk in and demand the answers as if they’re a file on the reception computer.”
I’m a little irritated by his words.
“I’m aware of that. I’ll check into a hotel; I have money. I’ll stay for as long as it takes to find her, even if it means employing a private detective. I won’t give up on her or my dream.”
“What is your dream?”
“I told you. To find my mom.”
“But what if she doesn’t want you?”
His words cut deep, and I won’t pretend I haven’t allowed doubt to creep into my mind, but I disguise it with a sharp, “She’s my mother and will be happy I found her.”
He says nothing, but the building tension between us tells me he doesn’t agree with my mission.
However, he did agree to help me leave, and I will always be grateful for that.
