Chapter 14 Robin
The air was heavy and pressed down with a sense of foreboding. Was there a storm coming, or was it what I’d learned inside the store which made the sky look so gray? I turned to Mark, hoping he had another idea. I was spooked and had zero ideas left. “Now what?”
He looked down, and for a moment, I thought he was somewhere else. Finally, he blinked, c*****g his head a little. “Where are your ancestors from?”
David had said something about ancestors earlier, but all I knew was what my dad had told me, which wasn’t much. “I'm not sure. I mean, I’ve always considered us to be British origin, with the last name. Scotland, somewhere.”
He shook his head. “Mr. St. Clair said near the sea. Could it be somewhere near here?”
I nodded. “Perhaps, if you go way back. Our ancestors
