Jack
“What did you say your name was?” the man asked.
“Jack Sawyer,” I said. “But thirty years ago, I believe my last name was Lewis. And I had a brother named Danny. We were dropped off at Guiding Hands shelter in California.”
“How did you get this number?” he demanded.
“I wanted to find my brother and I had some help from the SCA,” I said.
“Jesus, you’re a cop?” he grumbled.
“No, I’m not, but my wife and her father are,” I answered with a sinking gut feeling. “Are you Jack Lewis?”
“Look kid,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t know what to tell you, Ally and I weren’t in a good way back then. Not that it’s changed much now, miserable b***h. We did what we needed to do to give you and your brother a better life. Trust me, whatever happened to you in there or any
