Chapter 2
I went right home from the café and headed straight for the computer. I googled Naley but nothing came up. That was strange, so I went straight to ET online. There were no Naleys anywhere, but I soon found and article on a singer Haley and her NBA star husband Nathan. I read first for some spying info and secondly because they are the newest star couple, I needed to know them for the cafeteria the next day if not for the possibility that they could be my parents. At first I hadn't picked up on the obvious details. It was at the second read through when I finally saw it. They grew up in Tree Hill, their last name was Scott and then I found the picture at the bottom of the page. It was him, the man I met all those years ago; exactly the way I had remembered him. This time though he was standing next to a woman, a woman with my features and my height. There was no doubt in my mind, these were my parents.
I printed out the picture and headed back to the café. Brooke was still there just like I expected. If anyone one was going to break down and tell me the truth it would be her.
"Do you have something to tell me," I whispered angrily. I was very frustrated but still in no way wanted to cause a scene.
"What do you mean," Brooke asked confused, turning to face me.
I took the picture out of my pocket and practically shoved it in her face. She quickly became flushed.
"Ya that's the couple I was talking about," Brooke said in about the least convincing way possible.
"Brooke come on, Nathan and Haley Scott, who grew up in Tree Hill and just happen to look exactly like me!"
She turned around pretending to be preoccupied with wiping the counter, "Riley, I've told you thousands of times, I went to high school with your parents. They were very much in love and they loved you very much. That's it Rie, OK. And come do you really think your parents are celebrities? I mean Of course everyone wishes things like that but it is never true and Scott that has got to be a common last name and…" Brooke rambled on.
I finally walked away, to Brookes relief and knew exactly were to go. If Brooke wasn't going to tell me the truth then I would go to the one person who had no idea it was even a secret at all. So that is how I winded up at the nursing home asking for Whitey Durham's room.