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I was sitting in my office, going over profits when my phone rang. It was Sarah.
“Hey, Sarah.”
“Hi, Aiden. I’m calling with a quick update. There’s not too much to report. We’re waiting on some documents. Once they’re faxed over to our office, I should have some substantial info to share with you. Until then, I don’t want to bog you down with the minutia of this stuff, so I’ll wait to meet up with you until anything significant crosses my table.”
“Thanks for the update, Sarah. It’s been good to hear from you.”
“No problem.” She hung up, and I slouched in my chair.
I knew they hadn’t been looking for a long time, but I was still a little down that they hadn’t found anything yet. I just needed to trust the process, and I was sure that Sarah would come back to me with some news.****
I got a call from Sarah a few days later. It had been almost a week and a half since the PI last contacted me, but she finally had something for me. She was going to stop by the club to tell me her news. Good or bad, I needed to hear it. The waiting was what was driving me crazy, knowing that the answers were getting closer but now knowing how close.
“Aiden.” I looked up to see Sarah standing at the door of my office.
“Come in, come in,” I beckoned for her to sit in the chair across from me. “I hope you have good news for me?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s bad,” Sarah started. “I can tell you that I have new information for you.”
“Okay, then. Let’s hear it.”
“First off, we were able to get a copy of Bobby’s birth certificate. There’s no father listed, and we weren’t able to find any written record of who his father is. It looks like Reagan made sure to keep that information to herself, at least when it came to writing it down.”
I was a bit upset by this. Reagan must not have wanted anyone to know who she had Bobby with.
“The bright side is that with his birth certificate, we do have Bobby’s birthdate. If you’d like to see it.”
I nodded, holding out my hand. I looked down and found out the kid’s age for sure. “So, he’s eight.”
“Yeah, it would look like it. Is that helpful?”
I nodded. I started to do some mental math and based on his birthday, Bobby’s date of conception coincided with when we were together. Bobby was my son, and Reagan hid him from me for all those years. But why? I didn’t understand.
“One more thing,” Sarah held up her hand. “Those handwritten notes you sent us from Reagan. I had our inhouse expert compare them. He agrees that the note was most likely written by Reagan, but he noticed that her writing patterns were very different in her goodbye note. He’s of the mind that she physically wrote the note but that someone may have dictated it to her. She was the recorder but not the author.”
The note always did sound strange to me. I’d just assumed it was because Reagan was feeling weird or something. Maybe my mom was the one who dictated it for her.
“Thank you, Sarah. You’ve illuminated a lot of things for me. I think I’m ready to make a decision.”
“You don’t need anything else?”
“No, you got me exactly what I needed. I’ll send the final check to your office. Thanks for all your help.”
“Of course. Glad to be of service.”
The PI left my office, and I was alone with all of the evidence.
It was one thing to suspect that Bobby was my kid, but knowing he was conceived when Reagan and I were together, meaning he was mine, that was a game-changer. I used to think my love may have cheated on me near the end, but if my mother was the one who chased her away, then the other man was just an excuse. It was an almost surefire way to make sure I didn’t go after Reagan. And I didn’t, so Mom’s plan worked.
I wished I had gone after her. We wouldn’t have had all this wasted time. I could have been in her life, and in Bobby’s life. I needed to hear some of this stuff from Reagan. Now that I had proof, she couldn’t slither her way out of this confrontation. I had to know what my mom did to make her leave.
I was kind of reeling from the realization that my mom worked so hard to end my relationship with Reagan. She could be a little domineering and cold, but I always thought her endgame was for me to be happy. She had to know chasing Reagan away would upset me. She probably thought I’d get over it, but I never really did.
