Hold Me Close & Don't Let Me Fall ✓

Chapter 27

"Why am I doing this again?" I ask Frank as we drive to the hotel in Boston him and I will be staying at for the next few days. We had agreed to a visit with Evelyn for Mary while we were in town, so she would be staying there; which also would give Frank and I time to meet with the private investigator I hired and potentially meet my biological father.

"Because it's time. You'll hate yourself if you don't allow yourself this." I nodded. Now in my fifth month of pregnancy, I was reflecting a lot on my upbringing. I had hardly any memories of my birth mother and the few snippets of a life I had once lived with my father were blurry, grainy, like old film.

We check in and drop our bags in the room before leaving again. "It feels weird, being back here after all this time. How is it in a city as big as this, it can still have that small town feel of nothing changing?"

"Because we changed so much in the time we've been gone, we don't recognize the way things used to be here." Frank says as he pulls into the parking lot of the PI's office.

"Very deep and insightful of you." I joke, causing him to flip me off. I laugh and we get out of the car, heading inside.

...

We came back out an hour later with a folder that held all of the information that the investigator could find. "He's been in Boston this whole time." I say as I lay the contents of the file out. I have tears in my eyes. "If he's been here, why hasn't he tried to contact me before."

Frank looks over the paperwork. "It seems your parent... Your adopted parents," he added when he saw the look on my face, "had a restraining order placed against him."

I sigh and put my head in my hands. "Is this even a good idea? I mean so many years have passed and it's not like I just turned 18." I laugh at the face Frank pulls. "He's had plenty of time to reach out."

"Georgie, if we leave here after this weekend and you haven't even seen him, you won't be happy." I sigh again, knowing he's right.

...

We were walking through downtown, waiting for our reservation time to come up. "You know we're leaving tomorrow and you still haven't reached out." Frank says.

I sigh. "We had this discussion every day since we got here Frank. I don't know if I'm strong enough to handle that rejection."

"And I don't know how you can think you would be rejected after that letter he wrote."

"He wrote that letter to the little girl who was ripped from him. I'm a far cry from that little girl now. What if he doesn't like the person I've become?"

"So you won't even give him a chance?"

"Would you?"

"Huh?"

"Would you give someone the chance to hurt you? I have vague memories of him but those memories are so full of love. What if those expectations are too high? What if he doesn't want me?"

"Then he's crazy." He says before the buzzer the restaurant gave us goes off. "Let's go eat. Maybe it'll make you feel better. You get emotional when you're both hungry."

"Are you calling me cranky?" I ask, laughing.

"Absolutely not. Cause that would get me on the couch at my mother's for the night and I can think of a million other places I'd rather sleep than at my mother's house. Hell would be more preferable." He says as we're escorted to our table. But someones' already there.

"Hello hummingbird."