Ray couldn't stand it anymore. He had to ask Debra if she was the little girl. There were just too many similarities to ignore, although neither Debra or her parents had ever mentioned anything about her being adopted. She may kill him for it, but he couldn't live with himself if it was true and he didn't talk to her about it, or at least try.
A few minutes later Debra comes into the bedroom, takes off her bathrobe, and gets into bed.
"Night Ray." She says as she kisses him and turns out her light before she pulls the sheets over herself and gets comfortable.
Ray continues to sit there, staring blankly at the wall, his magazine across his lap. Should he ask her now or she wait? He couldn't do it tomorrow, he had to work, if he waited he wouldn't be able to talk to her until he got home from work, and then the kids would be there.
"If you're not going to read, could you at least turn out your light?" Debra questions him.
When Ray doesn't respond she turns her light on and sits up to look at him.
"Ok Ray, I've had enough of this. Tell me what's going on with you. You've been acting weird all night." she says with a note of worry in her voice.
Ray turns to look at her. He had to do this.
"Where you adopted?" he questions.
Debra quickly wipes a look of shock off of her face.
"What did you say?" she asks.
"It's a simple question really, were you adopted." he says again.
Debra stutters for a minute.
"What makes you think that?" she asks.
Ray gets up out of bed and goes over to the dresser. He takes out the old, yellowed newspaper clipping and gets back into bed. He holds it in his hands for a minute before handing it to her.
After reading the article Debra looks up at Ray with tears in her eyes.
"Where did you find this?" she asks.
"At the paper, I was doing research for an article when I found it." he tells her.
She looks back down at the article. Ray moves closer to her and puts his hand over hers.
"Deb, is that you?" he asks.