That night, Adira could not sleep as she kept tossing and turning on her bed.
"Who could that man be, and what type of questions is he asking?" Adira thought after the call. She tried calling the number again several times, but it was switched off.
"Did the man deliberately switch his phone off because he didn't want to answer my question?" Adira continued to ponder.
"Does that man actually know who I am?" she wondered again.
"Why did he say that I am looking for my parents and that I just called?" Adira sighed in confusion. None of what the man said made any sense to her.
"Why would I be looking for my parents when they are already dead?" Adira thought again.
"How is that picture that I saw related to that man? Or is it that they are different people?" Adira kept asking herself,
