The giant stone building loomed above us in the parking lot. Kiana turned the car off. She pressed the joint into the ashtray. Maybe it was because I was a little stoned, and because my heart was beating double time, but as we walked through the door, I felt my stomach knotting up. I gave his name, and then We walked through metal detectors, and then I made a last second decision. I asked Kiana to let me go alone, she agreed, sitting down in the hallway in the lobby, telling me to call if she needed me. I was escorted into a waiting room. I took a seat at a table, with another chair across from me. I waited, then waited some more. Until the door at the other end of the room opened. Being escorted by a guard, was Jack Ross in the flesh. He wore an orange jumpsuit, and had messy brown hair. He was built, and looked tired. He had handcuffs on, and his arms hung at his waist. He made his way over to me, sitting in the chair across from me.

"Hi Dad." I said, my eyes meeting his. The same eyes. He smiled, to reveal jagged teeth, rotted out from what was no doubt meth.

"You look just like her." He said, his eyes widening. He glanced me up and down. Taking in the long caramel hair and pale skin, the thin lips and rosy cheeks. He smiled, a genuine smile. I didn't know what to say, across from me sat my dad. The man who'd created me, the man who made up half of me. Then I reminded myself, that's why I was here. To figure out where that other half might be.

"I don't know what to say." I said, heat rising in my cheeks, and my stomach doing cartwheels. I wanted to leave, to get out of here as fast as possible. I had never imagined, it going like this. But here I was, my mother a deadbeat, and my father incarcerated for years to come.

"How is she? Where is he?" He asked. His eyes shining. This, caused me to pause for a second. So he didn't know either. He had no idea. More stomach cartwheels. He thought, that I knew where she was, how she was.

"I don't know. I was hoping you'd know." I said, my hopes falling at every word. He shook his head, looking sadly at me. I was half hoping, he would ask about me, how I was doing. What my life was. But I hadn't asked him that either. So where was my room to judge.

"She left you?" He asked. I nodded. Tears formed behind my eyes, and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. This was not what I had wanted, but I never thought it would be easy. But I never thought it would be this hard.

"She never came back to see you?" I asked.

"No, the last time I saw her, it was through a glass pane, and on a phone to hear her voice. We got divorced. You were there, and you pressed your hands against the glass. You didn't know why we were separated." Another pause then, as he continued looking at me. I wondered if he was seeing me, or her. If I looked so much like her, it was like reliving that moment, over again. The last time he saw his wife, they had been married. We had been a family, that meant. I waited, thirty more seconds, trying to formulate a sentence.

"She was your wife?" I said. My heart sinking more. She'd loved him, she'd married him.

"For two years or so, you were only a month old when we got married. Drove to Vegas, shotgun wedding."

"What was she like?" Escaped my lips. I had so many questions I wanted to ask him. But, those were his memories of her. Not mine.

"She was beautiful. She loved a lot, loved you more than anything, you were her world. But she fought her own battles with addiction, I think without the drugs, she would've been something brilliant. But instead, she fell in love with me. But I wasn't very nice to her, sometimes." My heart skipped a beat as his words. She was a drug addict, I wondered if that was his fault. Or worse mine. Or if she'd started that long before I was ever born. He didn't even look present, he looked lost in a haze of memories. Like he was reliving his past, while I couldn't remember my own.

"In what way?" I asked, not knowing if I really wanted the answer. He sighed.

"I hit her, and I hurt her. I was jealous, she was beautiful, and had so many guys flocking to her. I knew, after a while she didn't see anything in me anymore, but I wanted to keep her so bad. So I thought, I could make her stay. Didn't work. " He said, the air felt cold, and heavy. I commanded myself to breathe. Inhale, exhale.

"Oh." I said. I didn't know what else to stay.

"But she loved me, because I helped create you. And she loved you, maybe more than the drugs." He said, his face impassive, and cold.

"What happened? In the end?" I asked, even though I just wanted to know the memories. I wanted to know where we had lived, what she'd been like. We didn't have all day, I had thirty minutes. And it had already been ten.

"We got into a fight, she tried to take you from me. She left, trying to protect you and the baby. I never saw her again, except that last time. But when I saw her, she looked like she did before the drugs. Clean. She got better, got better for you I think. She told me, she'd always love me, and then she left. You sobbed, as I watched you leave. Last time I saw either of you." He said. I nodded.

This conversation, had put to rest one of the worst thoughts, I'd had as a child. That she hadn't wanted me. But she had, she'd loved me. She left the man who abused her, for me. Then another thought flickered into my head. When he had said, you and the baby. Maybe I had misheard, maybe he said you the baby. But he hadn't. There was another child. I had a sibling.

"I wasn't the only one." I said, a statement, not a question.

"She was pregnant." He replied. My stomach sank. There was another kid out there, who looked like me, talked like me, was made up of the same DNA as me. But, I had no way of finding them. As the next minutes passed, I tried to piece together the story. With him telling me I was born when she was seventeen. Telling me they got married, and scraped by. Saying that she had tried, but the drugs always won out. Heroin, and Alcohol, and in the end meth. He also said, they'd lived in Aspen colorado together, until the police caught wind of Jack being a dealer. They'd left, for Phoenix. He said they'd bounced around, shitty motels, barely getting by. He said in the end, when things fell apart. She'd done anything to make money,, I had a guess what that meant. But didn't press it. When the guard came in to tell us time was up, as Jack was leaving he turned to me again saying:

"If you do find Kaitlyn, tell her I'm sorry." He said, then my father, was escorted back to his cell. Where he would spend the next years.