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t in space, lost for words. I had questions to ask. Surely, he had me mistaken for someone else. What were the odds that I was the only Hea

ar a word I just said?" Ernest inquired wi

rong person, I'm afraid," I said,

could have meant any other thing. He looked too neat to be an armed robber but weren't s

is alive and he wants to meet you. He's sent me this far to come get you and

ooked away from him. I silently hoped he'd get the hint and just leave me alone but I could feel him standing by the side. I considere

," he said and reached into the pocket of his suit's jacket.

ism creeping to my face. I wasn't prep

" I asked in a mix of su

ld it have been for him to get my baby picture? The photo looked as old and genuine as the other cop

iting for the right time to connect with you

y in my face would place me under a spell for you to steal my money then you're sorely mistaken!" I yelled, venting all my frustration

things have happened lately and I just want to get away from it all," I said. I didn't rea

t hard to believe me if we reversed roles. But you must trust me. Mr. Mario Alonso wouldn't want anything to happen

the same name scribbled in tiny cursive letters on the back of my copy of the photo. I turned the photograph in my hand and

the chance that it was my birth mother's name. He'd always skirted around the question, now that I recalled. It was either a mistake on the photographer's e

f this is true, why has he taken s

ese are topics I believe he would want to discuss with you as I don'

lained. I wanted to convince myself against going with this stranger who claimed to know a man who equally clai

lives in Mexico. I'll just help you take your lug

ncident it was that 'my father' lived in the same city I was fleeing to- but my lips beat

omy on her trip to see him for the first time," Ernest said. I quickly ticked the ticket I'd been holding in one hand into my

ou," I finally conced

er would be more than glad to meet you again," h

imply I'd been born in Mexico? I swallowed back my q

pilot. We leave soonest," Ernest said into

of doubts. What if it turned out this was some sort of hoax and I was being kidnapped. Or we got to Mexico-if at all there was a private jet- and 'my

y expensive looking private jet. He offered me a hand and helped me

red me over to my seat. "Your father is a very generous patron of my e

le act?, I wondered to myself. "Thank yo

tioned myself. It would take an awful lot of money to pul

f the Vogue and the El magazine as well as couple others. S

nded to stay awake anyways, as my paranoia wouldn't let

e. White

lease,"

help but feel mildly embarrassed by the attention I was receiving. I'd flown business class a coup

the reality of my situation began settling in and I