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towards us.
    “I think I’ve found him!” he exclaims with a wide smile and sits down next to Anna on the floor.
    “That’s great,” I smile back at him. “Are you sure?”
    “Positive. It’s the only Edward Sullivan they have on record who’s the right age.”
    “Does he live nearby?”
    “No,” he shakes his head. “He still lives in Stockport. It’s where I was born,” he says with a sad smile, “but that means it has to be him right? What are the chances of two Edward Sullivan’s living there?”
    “Very small, I guess,” I reply, still smiling at him. He looks so excited, his smile’s infectious. Even Anna’s looking at him excitedly, and she doesn’t even know what just happened or what we’re about to do.
    “Can I read my story to you?” she asks Rick when we’ve finished talking.
    “Go on then,” he smiles at her encouragingly. “But after that we have to go.”
    “Where are we going?” she asks, looking at him curiously.
    “We’re going to see my dad,” he smiles at her.

Chapter 6
     
     
    After a nearly two hour drive, I hesitantly park in front of an idyllic looking suburban home.
    “Is this the one?” I ask, turning to Rick.
    He looks at the picture he’s holding in his shaking hands, and looks up at the house. “Yes,” he swallows hard. “This is the one.”
    He’d printed out a map and pictures of the house from Google maps while he was using the library computer, and has been staring at them intermittently the whole journey up here. Now he’s staring into the front garden of the house that might chance his life.
    “I’m not sure if I can do this,” he suddenly sighs, slumping into the passenger seat.
    “What?” I look at him in shock, “but you were so excited earlier. What changed?”
    He sighs again, “look at the garden.” And I do.
    “Do you see the football?”
    I look around until I spot it. “Yes, and?”
    “And, that means he probably has a new son. A new family. He won’t need me here.”
    “He’ll need you as much as you need him,” I try. “Just because he has a new family, doesn’t mean he has ever forgotten about you.”
    “I suppose,” he takes another deep breath and sits up straight. “Okay, I can do this.”
    “I know you can,” I smile at him, “you’ll be fine. Just ring the doorbell, and see what happens. If worst comes to worst, at least you would’ve seen your dad one more time.”
    “What if he isn’t there? What if his new wife opens the door and doesn’t know my dad has another kid?”
    “You’ll be fine,” I repeat myself and place my hand on his arm for comfort. “Take it one step at a time. Ring the doorbell and see what happens. We got this far, you might as well try it.”
    “Yes. Yes you’re right.” He takes another deep breath, unlatches his seatbelt and steps out of the car. He hesitates for a moment before closing the door and then takes a few cautious steps towards the white fence. He looks over his shoulder at me while his hand rests on the gate and I nod back at him encouragingly. “You’ll be fine,” I mouth to him and he turns back to face the house. Slowly he opens the little gate, I see his shoulders move up and down as he takes another deep breath and with a few big strides he walks towards the house, where his finger lingers over the doorbell for a moment before I see him press it.
    Within a few seconds the door slowly opens and a woman in her late thirties stands in the door opening. I take a deep breath myself as I watch her face turn from curious to surprise and a big smile spreads over her face. Suddenly she stretches out her arms and takes his hands in hers to pull him inside the house. I guess she knew about him, and I’m guessing they’ve been waiting for this day to come. I smile with relief.
    “Who was that, Summer?” Anna asks from the backseat.
    I unlatch my seatbelt and turn around to face the backseat to reply to Anna, when I realise she’s starting to shake