My heart immediately surged with anticipation at the mention of my parents. Did he finally discover the truth? Was this the last bus stop on my journey to uncover the truth?
But then Raul sighed deeply, a downcast expression settling on his face, causing my heart to beat irregularly.
Were my parents dead?
"Are you going to talk, Raul, or do you want me to develop high blood pressure first?" I asked, unable to tolerate the tension any longer.
"I'm sorry… I just saw the hopeful look…" He paused, inhaling deeply, further confusing me.
What was he talking about? Did something happen to my parents?
"Dora, we couldn't trace your lineage. I tried; the people…"
I raised my hand, silencing him.
"Don't beat yourself up about it." I stated firmly, noticing the myriad of emotions flashing across his face—disappointment in his tracking skills, loathing, and self-hate.
