That didn't mean that I didn't care about Marc, though. I remember once when he was fourteen and I was six, I caught him sneaking out one night. When I asked him why, he told me that he was going out to visit his birth mother's grave. Apparently, he had been doing it every night he knew could get away with it since he was ten. I don't know the full story behind her death, but from what I do know from dad, she fell back into some bad habits that she had swore off once she learned she was pregnant.