“You’re my son,” Carlisle says. It isn’t a question. His eyes are fierce with determination. It makes me nervous. I want to speak but I can’t. My mouth is too dry and I don’t know what to say. “I looked… everywhere for you.”
I can’t believe what I am hearing. “You knew about me?”
“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “When I was in college I decided to look for you. I looked for years. I searched through public records and contacted all the adoption agencies in the Chicago area.”
This is overwhelming. He knew about me. He looked for me. He wanted me. “You were looking in the wrong place,” I say under my breath, more to myself than to him.
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