Anna:
Today, I met Theo’s mother, well not actually met her, I watched her from the glass of my car. After my successful tracking of her identity, I drove to the arts centre; turns out she worked a few blocks away. The little information that I managed to gather made me know that she was the director of the thriving arts centre.
Marisol Williams, after much estimation, I found out that she was pregnant with Theo at the age of eighteen, she couldn’t take care of him, so he was put in the system, and that was it. She disappeared into thin air.
I also found out that she hosts workshops for young artists. She also lectures part-time on art history in a nearby community college, she’s perfect, just like Theo.
I waited for three hours, carelessly scrolling through my phone. I was parked outs
