He stayed downstairs.
Twenty minutes later, I found him at the kitchen table with a manila folder, his phone, and a notebook.
“You told me to bring the whole truth,” he said.
“So start.”
He did.
No dramatic speech.
No attempt to make himself heroic.
For nearly two hours, Adrian showed me every message between him and Maren.
The first had arrived four months earlier.
“Hi. This is going to sound strange, but I think you’re my father.”
He initially assumed it was a scam.
Then Maren sent a photograph
