Avery
The email sitting in my inbox is taunting me, distracting me in the most wondrous way. It’s a follow-up from the adoption agency. It’s a simple, three-line email, but the news it contains is about to change my life. They’ve confirmed that they mailed the information about my birth mother to my dorm address. I even have a tracking number to chart the package’s progress if I want.
I shove away from my desk, unable to stare at the words any longer. I need to get dressed anyway, and finish drying my hair. Madison’s humming to herself as she applies the rest of her makeup in front of the full-length mirror, completely oblivious to my inner turmoil. Now that the information is on its way, it feels like a ticking time bomb, surely set to explode in my face once it finds me. I suppose I
