EIGHTH'S JOURNAL: ENTRY#1

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I have a son.

I was never one to write anything down. It's Ninth's forte but I don't know what to do, how to react or express whatever I am feeling right now but I have to tell someone or something before I explode. I can't drag anyone into this, not when I haven't gathered all the facts.

But I have a son, a son.

But I don't know where he is.

I don't understand anything right now. But how can someone just sent me a letter with some infant's hair claiming it to be my son's? And it's real but I don't know how to track her down, whoever she is. Fuck.

I can ask Tenth for help, he is in the FBI after all. Maybe Second can get the mother's DNA and maybe Tenth can trace it.

Is that even legal though? Should ask Tenth without raising much suspicion. I'll ask Second if Tenth confirms he can but if not.....

Maybe Twelfth can hook me up with some of his contacts if worse comes to worse.

I keep looking at the sonogram or ultrasound picture the mysterious woman included in the letter. It was dated 5 years ago. I have a 5 year old son but unable to imagine him. I can only look at this picture for now until I can find anything more.

Heh, this might be at the early stages. It looks like a peanut.

My little lost peanut.

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