Roxy POV
The place was enormous; I would have loved to see where he lived if this was a cottage. Staff were running around doing his bidding, all polite, but none greeted him affectionately; it was all business.
I was emotionally drained. A day with a woman who was my birth mother and David, my half-brother, was fascinating. They mainly talked about me and what they knew of me. I have yet to learn more about who they are. What Dad had forwarded made me consider if it was Mum who sent it all, as Dad was not at some of those places where the picture was taken. Was it Mum's way of keeping in touch? The loss of her child would have eaten her up inside, and though she showed little affection towards me, it could be because Dad had thrust me on her. I was a reminder that neither wanted to be
