[She takes it, flipping through each one with careful scrutiny. The dates were wrong. But the documents themselves...well, she wasn't exactly an expert, but they were as close to genuine as she would imagine.]
[And his information. He was starting to rattle off things that she was certain even her Oliver hadn't known.]
I don't...understand.
[She still couldn't quite believe it, but the chances of this man being an imposter were shrinking minute by minute.]
no subject
[And his information. He was starting to rattle off things that she was certain even her Oliver hadn't known.]
I don't...understand.
[She still couldn't quite believe it, but the chances of this man being an imposter were shrinking minute by minute.]
What are you trying to say? That you're my son?
You can't be. Oliver's not even thirty yet.