“I know and I apologize, I shouldn’t have ambushed you at home. I could have gone about it in a different way. But I had to see you, you have no idea how I’ve dreamed of the day I’d meet you. Or if you even wanted to meet me.”

“Meet you? Like I said, my son died, I have all the proof right here,” she said putting her hand on the pile of papers.

“I have proof too,” he said opening his satchel, and handing her a paper.

“What is,” she asked and read the paper, “adoption? What?”

“You placed me for adoption the same day I was born; your signature is on the bottom.”

“No, that isn’t my signature.”

“What? I’m confused, how is that not your signature?”

“No,” Bette exclaimed, grabbing the attention of some of the customers, “no, my father told me…my father. Oh my God.”

“What are you saying?”

“This can’t be happening,” Bette said beginning to hyperventilate, “No.”

“Bette, please,” he said as she got up, “please sit, let’s talk about this.”

“No, I have to go,” she said gathering her papers, and taking Alexander’s adoption paper with her. She ran out with him hollering after her, she tossed her things in her Lexus and sped away. She was so upset, how could he do this to her? She weaved in and out of traffic hurrying to The Planet; she found a spot and threw her car in park. She jumped out with her papers in hand and rushed inside.

“Please tell me you didn’t know about this Kit. Please, please tell me you didn’t know.”

“What are you talking about Bette,” she asked her heart racing as she saw her baby sister breaking down right in front of her.

“Him,” she said holding up a picture of her son, the only picture she had of him.

“Jesus, let’s go to my office,” Kit said and led her to the back. Bette had grabbed attention from the customers with her outburst. Kit sat her on the sofa and she sat next to her, wiping the tears from her sister’s eyes.

“It’s been a long time since you talked about him, what happened?”

“Tell me you didn’t know, please tell me you weren’t apart of this.”