I tossed and turned ,trapped in my thoughts....
I couldn't stay on the bed any longer, I began to pace about while awaiting mom's return
The image of a younger Hayden along with that little girl and dad kept resurfacing in my head ..
If Hayden knew my dad then was I perhaps missing something?
I heard some noises in the living room and knew mom was back....
Only she could answer the questions burning through my mind....
I quickly made my way downstairs ,clasping the picture tightly as if it was some evidence of some sort...
"Hey sweetie" she greeted with a tired smile.....
Without saying a word I handed the picture over to her, she accepted it and I watched as the blood slowly drained out of her face...
"Mom what's wrong?"
"Where did you get this!" She snapped , her voice raised in anger...
It was really rear for mom to raise her voice and she looked quite pale now, it was surprising if not shocking to me..