"This is surreal." I sighed, not knowing what else to say. I knew my history. I was raised by a single mom on the West Coast, until she met Mathis and we became our own unique little family. My mom was my world. She would have told me if there was anything like this in my past. She was my mom, and my dad was someone else. Someone who was no good. We had had to leave him. This man wasn't him . . . was he? Was he the one we had to...