The coffee shop had begun to empty by the time Mathew and Calum finally accepted that they were not going to find the answers they wanted that morning.
They had spent nearly an hour going over what little they knew.
The notes.
The strange wording.
Their adoptions.
Mathew's uncertainty about his own birth.
Calum's uncertainty about his.
And yet, every answer seemed to open another question.
Neither of them had a name to trace.
Neither had a birth certificate sitting in front of them.
Neither knew who had given them away, why they had been adopted, or whether the people who had raised them had known more than they had ever admitted.
Still, the similarities were difficult to ignore.
Both had been adopted.
Both had unanswered questions surrounding their births.
Both had been raised without knowing where they came from.
There was only so much two strangers could uncover in a single morning.
Eventually, Calum leaned back in his chair and let out a quiet breath.
