6
“Where to?” Caleb asks me when we turn onto Emmons Avenue again.
“Can you please take me to Mira and Eugene’s apartment?” I give him the address from my phone.
As we fly through the streets, something suddenly hits me. I do know the name Mark. That was the name of my biological father. Could that be the Mark Jacob meant?
If so, could Jacob have known my father?
When Jacob first saw me on Skype, he said I looked familiar. Did he say that because he saw my resemblance to this Mark person? Or is Mark Robinson someone else entirely? After all, Mark is a pretty common name.
I realize I need to ask my moms about my biological father’s last name.
“Here we are,” Caleb says. He brakes suddenly, just about throwing me through the windshield. We’re near the park across the street from Mira’s
