Page 79 of Forgotten Dreams
“Well, that makes sense now,” I mumble, thinking the story of me being left was only run once and nothing else after that. “I think he sold it a couple of years ago, but I’m not sure.” She looks up from the book. “What’s with all the questions?”
I smile at both of them, the tears escaping without me even knowing. “Fiona Dyson is my birth mother.”
Chapter 34
Caleb
I’m going down the ladder in the barn when I hear a truck door slam. Looking over at the open door, I see her running inside.
Her blond hair is flying in the wind. “Hey,” I say when I get to the last step and turn toward her, “this is a surprise.”
“I know,” she warbles, and I see tears running down her face.
“What happened?”
“I found him,” she says between sobs. “I found my father.”
“What?” I ask. “I left you two hours ago, and you were going to start working for the day.”
“I know, but you know yesterday, when I came home from the bakery and Ms. Maddie told me she thought they moved to Jefferson County?” I nod as she continues. “So this morning, I went online and searched up their alumni and just wrote on the message board, asking if anyone from the graduating class had their yearbook and if I could ask them something.”
“Okay.”
“Well, one girl messaged me back maybe ten minutes later.” She puts her hand on my chest. “And I asked her if she could send me a picture of Sonia and Fiona Dyson,” she explains, and she takes a deep breath in, “and she wrote his initials in her yearbook.”
“Who did?” I ask as she takes a second to catch her breath.
“Fiona,” she says, “my mother is definitely Fiona.”
“How do you know for sure?” I rub my hands up and down her arms. She holds out her phone, and I look down to see Fiona Dyson, her yearbook quote next to her name, “Nothing is what it seems to be. Love will prevail all, or that is what you keep telling me. C.B.”
“The girl who sent me the picture,” she adds while I stare at the picture, “said there was some gossip about the two of them running away with each other. But she wasn’t sure.”
“Does she know him?” I ask her and she shakes her head.
“He was a year older than Fiona, but like she said, no one really saw them together. She came to town in the twelfth grade and didn’t really have a friend group she hung out with and then the next year everyone went off to college. She said she pretty much stayed to herself.”
“Baby, do you know how many C.B.’s there are?”
“I know. I called the forensic genealogist and gave him the initials, and he thinks his last name is probably Boston. My great-grandmother married an Edward Boston and they had a couple of kids so…” She closes her eyes. “I’m so freaking close.”
“You are so very close, baby.” She smiles at me. “Are you going to call Fiona now?”
“No, I called Sonia. For sure she will tell her, if she wanted to get in touch with me, she would have.”
I breathe a sigh of relief not to have to watch her live through that again. “Are you still okay with going to meet my parents this weekend?”
“Yes,” she almost shrieks, “of course I am. I’m a little nervous but…”
“What are you nervous about?” I laugh.
“I’m sleeping with their son.”
“I’m almost thirty.” I try not to laugh. “I think they are going to be okay with me sleeping with you.”
“You say that now.” She leans up and kisses my lips. “I’m going to head back home and try to work,” she says, but then her phone rings, and she looks down. “It’s him.”
“Baby, there are so many hims in your life, you are going to have to be more specific.”
