Tina was determined to contact a private investigator, Detective Harris, to find out if Shawn could be her biological son.
“I need to know if my son is still alive,” she told him, her hands holding her phone too roughly. “I think my friend’s adopted son might be my own.”
She recounted the striking similarity of the birthmarks, and Harris agreed to take the case.
“There’s one thing, though,” Tina added, gulping. “Megan can’t know about this. Not yet. Not until we know for sure. I… I know how crazy this all sounds, Detective Harris, but I need to know.”
“Discretion is part of the job, Ms. Collins,” he assured her.
The café was bustling with people, yet Tina was focused on the door. She had invited Megan over, hoping to learn more about the adoption process she went through to get her baby. Her friend arrived late, but Tina wasn’t worried.
