What would you do if you didn't know your origins? Your identity. Who you are. What would you do?
While you're pondering this, I'll tell you what I did. I looked for answers. I wanted to know who I was, I mean, I knew I was adopted, it's only natural I would want to know the ones who made me. In my case, that unleashed a chain of events nobody would have been able to predict.
For the longest time, I thought I was a normal kid. Turns out, I was wrong about that too.
I wish I hadn't been so curious about my birth parents' identity. Maybe all of this wouldn't have happened. When you make a decision you can't help but wonder what would have happened if you had chosen differently. But I'm getting off topic.
—Of course, this is an introduction.
A beginning. I suppose I should introduce me. Where are my manners?
My name is Dante White. Or, at least, that's how I'd introduce myself a year ago. Now, I've been told my name is Duncan. So call me whichever you prefer, though I favor Dante. See what I mean? I don't even know my name. What should I call myself?
I don't know...
If you want, I will tell you how I tangled myself into this mess.
If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story.
I'll show you something.