Shadows Sing Side-Stories Ch.3 Part 4
I fear the things I don't know. Some much of who Roxanne is, how she came to us, and her absents now, frightens me. I don't see it as practical, natural, or logical. I wanted to make sense of it, to understand her but I never knew where or how to start. Even she doesn't remember her parents. Apart from blood work done that proved that she was related to my wife, we had no way of knowing who her father was or who likely her other blood relatives could be. I scratch my head with frustration and lean back in my office chair. "Not knowing where to begin. Perhaps what I do know will help me find some type of closer," I say to myself as I start to stand up. I leave the office room and open a closet door. Hanging a hook on the left-hand side is an attic pull-down hook. I take the attic hook and make my way to open the attic door. I pulled down the dusty old ladder and started my climb up. In the attic I looked over the few stacks of boxes, I knew were filled with book...