I... Thanks, Roy. Really. I think... Maybe I could come over tomorrow or something? Tim's coming to visit tonight, and I think I need to--think, or something.

I--feel really stupid, Roy. Like--some of the questions I want to ask just sound so stupid if I say them out loud, and look stupid typed out.

I mean... God. If Tim's right, and Daddy knew I wasn't his, but still--put his name on my birth certificate... why did he? And--since he did, would he--I don't know what he'd think. It almost feels like--like if I try to find out, I'm betraying him or something.