Lost Until You (The Sorrentino Brothers Series Book 1) by J.R. Grant Page B
Authors: J.R. Grant
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two-fourteen, I closed the lid to my laptop and leaned back in the chair, crossing my hands together.
“What’s going on?”
Stone set his briefcase on the table to the left then pulled out a large manila folder. Sliding out the stack of papers, he placed them down on the desk.
“You sure you’re okay with this? If not, we’ll end it all right here, right now. I have no problem either way. I just want you to be sure before we go over my findings.”
Was he crazy? I was more than okay. I had been waiting my whole life to find out who these people were, to know about my birth family. It would be unwise not to dig deeper now that I had someone actually willing to help lead the way.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, making myself push forward. I had to do this. It was now or never.
“Yes…let’s do it.”
Stone grabbed the first piece of paper in the file, reading it aloud. “Your maternal grandparents reside in Milford, Delaware. They’ve owned their house at four-nineteen Frankford Circle since the early two-thousands.”
Sliding the paper across the table, I took it from his hands, soundlessly reading it to myself.
Current Residence for Phyllis and Pat Lander:
419 Frankford Court
Milford, DE 19963
Previous Residence:
200098 Riverside Dr.
Annapolis, MD 21411
Maternal Parents of Peyton Lander
Phyllis and Pat Lander
Peyton Lander:
DOB: 12.29.1968
Brown hair
Brown eyes
One hundred and fourteen pounds.
Donor
Last known Residence for Peyton Lander :
200098 Riveside Dr.
Annapolis, MD 21411
Cause of death:
Cerebral Artery Aneurysm
Approximately three minutes and nine seconds following the delivery of her daughter, Pia Lander.
Birth Name Noted “Unknown” on Birth Certificate.
Date of Death: 05.05.1987
Location:
Anne Arundel Medical Center,
Annapolis, Maryland
I threw my hand over my mouth, gasping for air. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe this was really real. “They lived so…close. So close, yet…so far away.”
Stone leaned across the table and grabbed a hold of my hand. “This is a lot to take in, Jazz. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right about now, but I’m here with you. We’re all by your side. Just promise you’ll take one step at a time. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, get all your questions answered, and give you a sense of peace once it’s all said and done. But I need to make sure you’re okay and not just pushing yourself because you think you need to do this. You are my main priority, babe, not them. None of them.”
I covered my entire face, allowing the tears to fall. My wish was finally coming true. I had waited so long to get answers, to finally have some kind of peace. But now that it was sitting right in front of me, I wasn’t sure I would be strong enough to face it without breaking down. I knew it had been a long time coming, and I deserved to know the truth. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around everything.
Stone walked around the table and squatted down in front of me. He pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Let it out. I got you.”
All of my life I laid in a stranger’s bed or in a group home, wondering who my parents were, what they looked like, or if I took after them in any way. I’ve had so many unanswered questions, so many things I wanted to say, but never had the chance.
Even though my mom was gone, getting close to her parents would mean the world to me. I was scared to death, nonetheless. Fearful Phyllis and Pat would hate me. Fearful they would reject me when I approached them. What if I brought up too many memories of Peyton? What if I looked just like her and they couldn’t handle it? Then what? Would they decide they didn’t want me in their lives? Would they say it was too much? I didn’t think I could live with myself if that were to happen. There was no way I could handle that kind of
“What’s going on?”
Stone set his briefcase on the table to the left then pulled out a large manila folder. Sliding out the stack of papers, he placed them down on the desk.
“You sure you’re okay with this? If not, we’ll end it all right here, right now. I have no problem either way. I just want you to be sure before we go over my findings.”
Was he crazy? I was more than okay. I had been waiting my whole life to find out who these people were, to know about my birth family. It would be unwise not to dig deeper now that I had someone actually willing to help lead the way.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, making myself push forward. I had to do this. It was now or never.
“Yes…let’s do it.”
Stone grabbed the first piece of paper in the file, reading it aloud. “Your maternal grandparents reside in Milford, Delaware. They’ve owned their house at four-nineteen Frankford Circle since the early two-thousands.”
Sliding the paper across the table, I took it from his hands, soundlessly reading it to myself.
Current Residence for Phyllis and Pat Lander:
419 Frankford Court
Milford, DE 19963
Previous Residence:
200098 Riverside Dr.
Annapolis, MD 21411
Maternal Parents of Peyton Lander
Phyllis and Pat Lander
Peyton Lander:
DOB: 12.29.1968
Brown hair
Brown eyes
One hundred and fourteen pounds.
Donor
Last known Residence for Peyton Lander :
200098 Riveside Dr.
Annapolis, MD 21411
Cause of death:
Cerebral Artery Aneurysm
Approximately three minutes and nine seconds following the delivery of her daughter, Pia Lander.
Birth Name Noted “Unknown” on Birth Certificate.
Date of Death: 05.05.1987
Location:
Anne Arundel Medical Center,
Annapolis, Maryland
I threw my hand over my mouth, gasping for air. “Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe this was really real. “They lived so…close. So close, yet…so far away.”
Stone leaned across the table and grabbed a hold of my hand. “This is a lot to take in, Jazz. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right about now, but I’m here with you. We’re all by your side. Just promise you’ll take one step at a time. We’re going to get to the bottom of this, get all your questions answered, and give you a sense of peace once it’s all said and done. But I need to make sure you’re okay and not just pushing yourself because you think you need to do this. You are my main priority, babe, not them. None of them.”
I covered my entire face, allowing the tears to fall. My wish was finally coming true. I had waited so long to get answers, to finally have some kind of peace. But now that it was sitting right in front of me, I wasn’t sure I would be strong enough to face it without breaking down. I knew it had been a long time coming, and I deserved to know the truth. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around everything.
Stone walked around the table and squatted down in front of me. He pulled me into his arms and whispered, “Let it out. I got you.”
All of my life I laid in a stranger’s bed or in a group home, wondering who my parents were, what they looked like, or if I took after them in any way. I’ve had so many unanswered questions, so many things I wanted to say, but never had the chance.
Even though my mom was gone, getting close to her parents would mean the world to me. I was scared to death, nonetheless. Fearful Phyllis and Pat would hate me. Fearful they would reject me when I approached them. What if I brought up too many memories of Peyton? What if I looked just like her and they couldn’t handle it? Then what? Would they decide they didn’t want me in their lives? Would they say it was too much? I didn’t think I could live with myself if that were to happen. There was no way I could handle that kind of
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