The door swung wide open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And when I saw who was standing behind it, I screamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because I knew her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or at least, I thought I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was an older woman with silver hair pulled into a loose bun. She wore a pale cardigan and stood perfectly still beneath the porch light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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For several seconds, neither of us moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then she whispered my name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not my married name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Not the name people had called me for decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My childhood name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The one only my mother, Frank, and a handful of relatives had ever used.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow do you know my name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The woman looked past me toward the driveway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFrank sent you, didn’t he?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stepped backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome inside.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every instinct told me to leave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then I remembered Frank’s hand closing around mine in that hospital room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Go there. Now.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I stepped inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The house smelled faintly of cinnamon and old books.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For some reason, that made me even more uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman closed the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere is Frank?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe’s in the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her face changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She already knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe’s dying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The woman lowered her eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI was afraid of that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She gave a small nod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBetter than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen tell me who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She hesitated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy name is Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The name meant nothing to me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But something about her expression did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked at me as if she had been waiting for this moment for years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did Frank mean?\u201d I demanded. \u201cHe told me that everything I believe about my childhood is false.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn’s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid he tell you why he sent you here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDid he tell you about your mother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cDon’t bring my mother into this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’m not trying to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen start explaining.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn walked toward a cabinet and opened a drawer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She removed a small wooden box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she placed it on the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recognized the box immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was the same kind of box Frank had kept on the top shelf of his bedroom closet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I’d seen it when I was a child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Whenever I asked about it, he’d always said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt’s private.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My hands began trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother gave it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stopped breathing for a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother died when I was four.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou knew my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn sat down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she looked directly at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause I was her sister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stepped backward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother had no sister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat’s what Frank told you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room suddenly felt too small.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo. I grew up knowing my family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou grew up knowing what Frank wanted you to know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n That sentence hit harder than I expected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanted to argue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wanted to tell her she was lying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But then she opened the wooden box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside were photographs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The first showed my mother as a young woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The second showed my mother standing beside Evelyn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The third showed the two of them holding hands beside a lake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mother’s face was unmistakable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But there was something else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A little girl stood between them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I leaned closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The photograph was old and slightly faded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But I recognized the dress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recognized the little girl’s hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recognized the tiny bracelet on her wrist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I dropped the photograph onto the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere was this taken?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAt the lake house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat lake house?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOur family’s old property.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy family never had a lake house.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother did.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart was pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy would Frank lie about that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause he wasn’t supposed to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTell me what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She closed the box.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother didn’t die the way you were told.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn’t move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn swallowed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother died, yes. But the story you were given about what happened afterward wasn’t complete.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I felt a strange coldness move through me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrank told me she died after becoming sick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe did become sick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo that’s true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen what isn’t true?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn stared at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho was supposed to raise you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I frowned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother had made arrangements for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I laughed nervously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOf course she did. She was my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe had chosen someone to take care of you if anything happened to her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart sank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I already knew what she was going to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou were supposed to raise me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why didn’t you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn looked down at her hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause Frank stopped me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I felt the room tilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause he told me you would be safer with him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSafer from what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother’s past.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know how it sounds.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou expect me to believe that my mother planned for you to raise me, and Frank simply took me instead?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen exactly what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn reached into the box again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n This time she removed an envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My name was written across it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My childhood name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In my mother’s handwriting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I knew it immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother gave it to me before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy didn’t you give it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause Frank begged me not to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause he believed the truth would put you in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at the envelope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For years, I had imagined that my mother had left me nothing except a few photographs and fading memories.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now I was standing in a stranger’s house holding a letter she had written specifically for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I opened it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The handwriting was unmistakable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mother began by telling me how much she loved me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had to stop reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn’t see through the tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn quietly pushed a tissue box toward me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I wiped my eyes and continued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The letter explained that my mother had been frightened during the final months of her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not because of Frank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because of someone else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone who had been trying to contact her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone she believed should never know where I was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My hands froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKeep reading.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at the next paragraph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mother had written about a man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She never gave his full name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She called him \u201cR.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She said he had been part of her life before Frank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And she said that if anything happened to her, I was never to be taken to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is R?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn’s expression changed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou don’t know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother refused to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why are you telling me this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause Frank knew.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrank knew who he was?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why didn’t he tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause Frank spent your entire childhood trying to make sure that man couldn’t find you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The revelation didn’t make sense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank had always been protective.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sometimes excessively so.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I was sixteen, he had refused to let me travel alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I was eighteen, he had insisted on knowing where I was staying during college.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I started dating, he had asked more questions than any father probably needed to ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had always thought he was simply overprotective.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now I wondered whether he had been afraid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at my mother’s letter again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was another page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I turned it over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And froze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the bottom was an address.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The same address Frank had given me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at Evelyn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy would my mother put this address in her letter?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn’s face went pale.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI didn’t know she had.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen what is this place?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She stood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I followed her into the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She stopped beside an old framed photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mother was standing in front of a house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The exact same house I had just entered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother lived here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBefore she met Frank.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why did Frank send me here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I suddenly understood something.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The address wasn’t random.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank had sent me to the place where my mother’s story had begun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n But why?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn walked back to the table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThere’s something else.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She reached beneath the wooden box and pulled out a small key.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recognized it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My father’s old desk key.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Frank had kept it on his key ring for as long as I could remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrank gave it to me years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHe told me that one day, if you ever came looking for the truth, I should give it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My hands began shaking again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat does it open?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother’s old desk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt’s still here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrank didn’t want it destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n We walked into a small room at the back of the house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n An old wooden desk sat beneath the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dust covered its surface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I inserted the key.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The lock clicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Inside were papers, photographs, receipts, and several envelopes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I saw something that made my heart stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A hospital bracelet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My hospital bracelet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My name was printed on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The date was four years after I had supposedly lost my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat can’t be mine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn looked at it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause I was four when my mother died.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSo why does this have a date from four years later?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn went completely silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat’s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time since I’d arrived, she looked genuinely frightened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I pulled out the papers beneath the bracelet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There were medical records.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then photographs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then a handwritten note.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The handwriting wasn’t my mother’s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was Frank’s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I recognized it instantly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I read the first line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn, if she ever finds these documents, tell her the truth about what happened after her mother died.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I kept reading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The note explained that Frank had discovered something shortly after my mother’s death.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Something that changed the entire situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had learned that I had not been the only child connected to my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There had been another child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A child born shortly before me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn stepped closer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I handed it to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her eyes moved across the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she covered her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour mother had another child.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy mother never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe may not have had the chance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked through the papers again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a birth certificate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A photograph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And a name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I read it once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Because the name wasn’t unfamiliar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I had heard it before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not from my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Not from Frank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n From someone I had met only a few months earlier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone who had unexpectedly appeared at a family gathering and introduced himself as a distant acquaintance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Someone Frank had immediately told me to stay away from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I suddenly remembered the strange look on Frank’s face that day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The warning in his voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The way he had refused to explain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at Evelyn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho is this person?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She stared at the name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI think you already know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My phone suddenly rang.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I jumped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was the hospital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I answered immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A nurse’s voice came through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’m sorry. We tried to reach you earlier.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n My heart sank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a pause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrank has passed away.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For a moment, the entire world seemed to disappear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I thought of the man who had raised me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man who had packed my lunches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man who had sat through school plays.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man who had walked me down the aisle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The man who had made apple pancakes when I was little.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And now I knew that he had carried a secret for my entire life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I ended the call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn gently touched my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI’m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cFrank told me he lied to me my entire life.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut I don’t think he lied because he didn’t love me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn’s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She looked toward the desk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBecause your mother asked him to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at the papers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cProtect me from whom?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn didn’t answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Instead, she picked up the birth certificate again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then she turned it around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a handwritten message on the back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Only five words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He has been looking for you.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked toward the front door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then toward the dark windows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Evelyn’s voice was barely audible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYour brother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMy brother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd if Frank was right, he’s not looking for you because he wants to meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I looked down at the birth certificate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For the first time that night, I understood the real reason Frank had sent me to this house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He hadn’t wanted me to uncover a family secret.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He had wanted me to discover the truth before someone else found me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And somewhere beyond those walls, someone who had known about me for years might already have been searching.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I closed my mother’s letter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then I looked at Evelyn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTell me everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She took a deep breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And finally began telling me the story Frank had spent my entire life trying to keep hidden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The door swung wide open. 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