She blinked, startled by the sudden amount of talking and questions being tossed at her. “I don’t know either of my parents, and I certainly don’t have anything that belongs to either, since I’ve never met them. I only remember mum’s voice, and barely that. I was less than a year.” She wrinkled her nose. “Can’t you tell me her name? At least I can go and try to find her instead of wandering London like a complete loon. Find out whyshe didn’t want me.”
"Oh don’t be stupid." Holmes exclaimed, "Of course she wanted you, it was a matter of not being able to safely have you under her custody. Your mum is a very naughty woman, clever, too. If her enemies knew she had a daughter, you both would be in disastrous trouble. We need to figure out who she is. If you come with me, I guarantee by the end of today, you will know who your father is." he glared, bold confidence, yet a distant stare looked right through the young woman.