When we arrive at Nate's house, I run to my room and open the shoebox, dumping all of it's contents on the desk. Dominic is standing behind me. I pick up a newspaper clipping about a political speech and next to it is a photo. I looked closer and see my mom standing in the crowd. And next to her is a younger version of Royce Sinclair.
I drop the clipping, sure that my legs are going to give out. I collapse on the bed before they do. Dominic picks up the clipping.
"It's him," I say. "He's standing next to my mom. Nate was right."
"s**t! I can't f*****g believe this!" He takes a closer look at the photo. "Sinclair's like 10 years older than your mom. He would've been married then. And his wife would've been---"
"Pregnant," I say, realizing it. "He did this when he was married with a chil
