JASPERS POV

Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table. She wouldn't look at me, just stared at the redwood finish with a profound frown. Twice, she'd opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. I didn't blame her; Meeting my possible biological parent, even one of them, must be hard for her. These people took me in, raised me, fed me, clothed me. Loved me. I expected this to be harder for her than it was for me. I waited patiently, though, letting her gather her thoughts and feelings. Finally, she spoke.

"You want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

That was a tough one. But I couldn't...