22
“Holy. Shit.” Logansays as he reads over the papers and letters. We came inside from the porch and are sitting at the kitchen table. My mind is on auto-pilot. I think I may actually be in shock.
I am adopted. This whole time and I never had a clue.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing,” Logan leans on his forearms towards me smiling, “You look more like a Maggie than an Ivy to me anyways.”
I laugh and roll my eyes at the same time. “This is serious. My whole life has been a secret.” I feel the tears starting again and I wipe one away as it falls down my cheek. Logan grabs my hand, “This makes so much sense. I told you, nothing is random.” He gets up and pulls me up to him in a big hug. I lose it and let the tears fall. I am sure if I were to look in the mirror, my eyes would be swollen red from all the tears.
“I’ll get you something to replenish those tears.” Logan says to me as I sit back down, looking over the papers.
I hear him go to the fridge and pour a glass of tea in a cup and place it back down in front of me. Only then do I see another handwritten letter in a zip lock bag with keys.
Pulling it out, I look at the date at the top... 2005.