Right where i last left you i had just finished explaining how i got myself into a mess like this and how I'm dead but not really dead... yeah... Never skip chapters, OK lets get to it.
I've moved to upstate Pennsylvania to find my great great grandmother, I'm just gonna call her GG grandmother to shorten my typing. I'm a detective but finding this woman is proving to be difficult near impossible and to be honest i just want answers not to have a wild goose chase. my GG grandmothers name is Nancy Davids and that is about all i know about her. The people that adopted me when i was a child where not that good at keeping track of my genetic family's history and they lost half the documents during a move when i was younger. But they had a name and a photo of Nancy davids when she was a teenager and that was it. To be completely honest i don't even believe this woman could still be alive she would be at least 97 by now... but i thought i might as well try.
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So i have lived here for 5 weeks now with not much luck of tracking her down i have a old house that no one has seen or heard from for 45 years and old bank statements that i managed to steal from the archives at the village hall.
I pulled up to the gate of the field where this house is built and began to walk up. With the absence of anything to do apart from walk, my mind began to wondered off into a world of strange thinkings the only thing i can tell you that i remember clearly is thinking about this nancy davids and questions i wanted to ask. why do you live in the middle of no where? What is our family tree? Are we even related?
