The address was at an tenement complex.

"I guess he ain't rich. These are tenements."

"Let's go."

We got out of the truck and went inside. I knocked on the tenement door. A woman answered. She was the prettiest woman I ever saw in my life, just like what Aunt Agatha described her.

"What?" A woman answered.

"Are you Emily Lou Thornton?"

"It's Stuart now but yeah it's me."

"We want to see you. Just for a short time if this time's convenient?"

"No, not at all. Come on in."

We went inside. She noticed Dad.

"Rooster, is that you?"

"Yes Emmy Lou, it's Daniel Francis Hannigan now. No longer Rooster. How ya been?"

"Fine, I'm married to a very nice man and have three little angels. How about you...who's the young lady?"

"I found her, Emmy Lou, our kid."

She gasped at the sight of me.

"Victoria!?"

"Yes Mom," I said.

She gave me a big hug.

"I'm almost fourteen."

"I know. I remember your birth date." Mom said smiling.

She turned to Dad.

"How did you find her?"

"Agatha runs the orphanage she was in. I happen to stumble across her as resident of her orphanage."

"Been an orphan all my life until now. It's a long story."

We told her everything. She seemed like such a nice lady.

"Mom, why'd you give me up and yet have more kids?" I asked meaning no disrespect.

"Back then, I was very scared, young and innocent. You must think I'm a runaway tramp."

"I was kinda close. I was upset when I found out you're married with kids that you actually want."

"I'm a lot more mature now, ready to be a parent."

"I'm glad Emmy Lou. I guess we'll be leaving," Dad said.

"Fine. It was nice seeing you again Daniel. It was nice meeting you too Victoria."

"You too Emmy Lou."

She looked at me with empathy.

"Victoria, you're welcome to come visit me anytime. We can really get to know each other!"

"That sounds great, Mom."

She smiled at me. We left.

"I wanna go back to the court house and find Annie's parent's records. Annie really wants to know."

"I guess so, she might be uncomfortable around me though, ya know what happened."

"I'll assure her, I promise."

We went back to the court house.

"May I help you?"

"Can I see the records of the parents of a friend of mine?"

"Names?"

"David and Margaret Bennett."

Dad looked at me in shock.

"I looked in her box in the closet."

"Nice one."

I looked at it. I studied it.

I wanted her to know.