Dov took a step back from the door as she spoke, supposing he should have expected that. At least the door was still open, though. "Okay, okay! Look, don't take this shit out on me, alright? I'm in the same fuckin' boat as you. I mean- I don't know anything about ya. My whole life and I just got lied to the entire time. Nobody told me shit until... Until ma passed. The only one still alive who might know anything more's my dad and-- he ain't exactly accessible right now."
Sighing, Dov took the envelope out of his pocket, opening it up and handing over his birth certificate. "There's that- and uh, here..." He passed over a family photo, or rather just one of Dov with Madeleine. He figured his dad must've been the one to take it, on the front steps of the apartment building they'd lived in for most of Dov's life. Madeleine was holding his hand, both of them smiling. His first day of school.
His chest hurt as he looked through the other photos- birthdays, family vacations, his Bar Mitzvah. How long had it been since they'd been a real family? He hadn't gotten along with his father for nearly a decade- then prison happened, and now...
"Here, just take 'em all." Dov thrust the bunch of photographs toward the barely-open door, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. It kind of felt like he was just setting himself up for disappointment, really.