At two years old I absorbed the name
Ariel. Yeah, but what about Dad?
“So how did you become Mark?”
I can pretty much figure out the why.
I needed a way to protect you,
and he had no use for his identity
anymore. Leona had everything
necessary in her filing cabinet—
social security cards, birth certificates.
You and I became the Pearsons.
Calculating bastard. “I see, and
did Leona know you took them?”
I think she kind of liked the idea
of her family living on in some way.
Like I said, she was messed up.
In fact, at one point she tried to
off herself. That’s the main reason
I decided it was time to leave.
There’s truth here somewhere,
but I sense doublespeak, too.