My mind is spinning as I think back to the few things my mom told me about her past. She did say she worked on a political campaign back in college, but she never went into details about it. And I remember her telling me about the small town she lived in before I was born. The one and only time I asked her about my grandparents, she went hysterical. She started throwing things and told me to never ask again. I was only 5. When I asked Nate about it years later, he told me they died in a house fire.
Nate! He would know if any of this was true. I race to the phone. My fingers are shaking so much that I keep pressing the wrong buttons. After the third attempt, I get the number right. It rings and rings but nobody answers. Where the hell is Nate? He never leaves the house.
I force myself to
