At this point I was just zoned out. The receptionist at the front desk stared at me in confusion and called my name several times. Once I had snapped back to reality after I had drifted off into my land of daydreaming where I tried to piece the puzzle together, I realized that there was a lot more going on then we were let on to believe. Kate knew all about my father and what he was like before he was reportedly gone missing. However, what she did not know was the secret that I kept not only from her but from my mother as well. Kate had no knowledge of the secret agenda that my father and Mike were up to all those years ago. Now I had a conflicted problem: do I tell Kate the secret that I have kept for basically my entire life, or do I try to think of an excuse to try and get all the way t
