After we left the café, John asked me, "Is that Andrew Jones?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"He looks like he regrets it."
I gave a small smile. "That's for him to deal with."
John looked down at me. "What about you?"
I thought about it. "I used to be really dependent on him."
"And now?"
I looked at the light filtering through the trees. "Now I have my own home, my own path, and my own boyfriend."
John smiled. "I like that answer."
On the day of my internship interview, the editor-in-chief asked me, "Why have you been filming family-reunion documentaries?"
I answered, "Because I know that being found isn't the end of the story. What really matters is whether that child can have a home they're not afraid of being kicked out of."
After the interview, I ran into Andrew downstairs at the TV sta
