ASHTON
I do a couple of laps in the swimming pool to get my mind off things. It's hardly been a day since I let curiosity get the better part of me and went to see the stranger claiming to have credible information about my biological father.
I don't know why I am desperate to put a face and name to the truth about my biological parents. I never thought that out of all four of us, I would be the one with a broken, inner child longing for unconditional paternal love. My brothers will find it hard to believe because I always put up a tough front.
While I do breaststrokes, I relive the previous day I had. It started with the stranger texting me again with a different number. I don't know how they got my number initially but whomever the person is, I thought the stranger must be very persistent. Why are they so keen on revealing this truth to me specifically? What do they stand to gain from it?
