"I don't know if this might help... but there's something that you need to know," he started, thinking back to what happened that morning. He had a feeling that everything connected to each other somehow. He just had to figure out how and the only way to do that was to take everything step by step. I looked up from my finger at his face, curious as to what he could have been talking about. He couldn't just tell me that the person I thought was my mother was actually someone who wasn't. He didn't even know who she could be, but he had something up his sleeve he wanted to do, and it involved the hair he snipped that was in his pocket.
"What is it?" I asked in a low voice. He buried his hand in the pocket where my hair was and rubbed it between his fingers, deep in thought.
"Actually, there
