Jonathan's POV
Living Room - Townhouse - same time
I stared at the file labeled 'Five-Nine-Two' for what felt like ages.
My fingers had frozen across the edge of the paper as I dared not flip the page.
After searching for so long, now that person's name was only a paper away…
I was actually hesitant.
Hesitant as now he would have a name and not an unknown person.
The answer was behind this page that I held between my fingers.
The name of the man whose responsibility was forced on me for seven long years and have been searching for another long seven years.
Seven long years of questions.
Seven long years of assuming things in my head.
Seven long years of anger for wasting seven years on a child who never belonged to me…the cause of me losing my family.
I exhaled as Raymond watched over me.
I finally flipped the page.
It was the donor's profile page.
Again no photo.
His age was the same as mine.
His medical details were noted down.
