Journey to Nowhere

Confrontations and Phone Calls

It was a restless night of sleep for me. I tossed and turned for a solid three hours before I finally dozed off. There was so much to process.

I awoke groggy and numb, as if all the life had been sucked out of me. However, I had a long list of things to accomplish before Monday rolled along. None of which I felt I like doing.

I took a quick, hot shower and threw on a pair of denim, cutoff shorts and a lavender v-neck. The weather had been surprisingly nice the last week with minimum rain for late-June is Florida.

When I got downstairs I headed for the kitchen, while Mom and Dad chatted on the sofa as the morning news drowned on about current events.

Opening the fridge, I pulled out a pitcher of iced tea and poured myself a glass. Trudging to the leather recliner next to the sofa, I placed the glass on the side table and looked at the television.

"This morning we're looking at clear skies and sunshine, with highs hitting the mid to upper nineties..."

"Lynea, we didn't hear you come in last night." Mom said, pulling my attention away from the weekly forecast.

I had gotten home a hour prior to my curfew of eleven and went straight to bed. Stephen and I had watched old episodes of Courage the Cowardly Dog before I called a quits. He had given me Uncle Ian's phone number and the address book before I left and I thanked him for being such a huge help.

"I got home around ten and went straight upstairs. The only light on downstairs was the one from the fridge." I explained.

"Ah, I see. How did dinner with Stephen go?" Dad joined in.

Very interesting to say the least, I thought.

"Um, good. He baked salmon and we watched some tv afterwards." I stated tautly. And I called an uncle I never knew I had and found a book full of stuff that used to belong to my birth sister, who, yet again, I never knew about.

"Was that all?" Mom questioned.

I took a sip of my iced tea and muttered a 'mhm.'

"Your father told me Stephen joined you both for breakfast yesterday. It went well I'm assuming." she said in her usual soft, yet piercing voice.

"Definitely. He loved Dad's pancakes." I replied flatly.

Bring up Uncle Ian. The thought was at the forefront of my mind. My parents had to know something about them. I never asked many questions about my birth family as a child and up until now I never felt the need to.

"Are you alright Lynea? You're quite terse this morning."

"It's nothing really, I just didn't get much sleep." I say, reaching my glass again. As the cold beverage slid down my throat I sunk more into the recliner. Mom nodded and faced the tv once more.

I had never had any problems discussing my birth family before. Granted I never felt there was anything to discuss. Mom told me of how she found alone in this house and that she nor Dad could locate my parents. I had been around two years old at the time they officially adopted me. I'd lived in my current house ever since and they'd never managed to receive my birth parent's contact information. It was as if my birth parents dropped off the face of the Earth and Mom had been lucky enough to find me.

A period of silence fell upon us and we finished watching the news before Mom went off to the office to finish some work.

"It's Sunday..." I noted when she had disappeared in the room.

"It's your mother. I'm convinced that office is her bedroom half the time." Dad joked.

Being an 12th grade English teacher, Dad got summers off. It was a blessing and a curse having him in the house all the time but it was nice to know I'd always have one parent who was available when I needed them.