Pacing around, I looked at my wristwatch, wondering if I should tell her or if I should do it to keep it to myself. There was no point in keeping it to myself because if Amelia gets to find out about it, she's going to be mad at me.

She was incomplete without this side of her. Not knowing where you are from is like having a memory loss, you will never be the same until you really get that missing part of you, until you find it.

This might even bring us closer and she would be happy. When she thinks about this, the glee on her face when...