Tracking Him Down
I pushed the stack of letters across the table toward Donnie, exhausted from rereading the same words over and over. I told him I was done staring at paper and wanted to find Roger in real life. Donnie immediately opened his laptop, suggesting we start with stamps, dates, and any overlooked clues. As I examined the envelopes again, I noticed a faint return detail on one corner—a P.O. box in a town two hours away. Donnie latched onto it instantly, explaining how P.O. boxes can sometimes be linked to names or businesses. I grabbed my keys, unwilling to wait long, while Donnie promised to pull something concrete within the hour.
Tracking Him Down
Why He Might Matter
Donnie carefully reread each letter, calling out details I hadn’t fully processed before. He pointed out mentions of a hospital and a nurse named Kelly, details that could connect directly to my birth. I leaned closer, realizing Roger might know who signed my paperwork or who was present during those early moments. Donnie traced old phone numbers listed in one letter, explaining they could still be tied to a specific area. I folded one page tightly, already deciding that if we found Roger, I would ask direct questions with no small talk—names, dates, and exactly who had been in the room.
Why He Might Matter
