He handed me the envelope. I hesitated before taking it, then slowly opened it. Inside was a birthday card.
“Happy birthday, sister.”
My heart began racing. The only brother I had ever known was gone.
“Happy birthday, Regina,” the man said gently. “My name is Ben. Before you ask anything, please sit down. There’s something about the fire that you were never told.”
I let him inside because I didn’t know what else to do.
Ben sat across from me while I perched on the edge of the couch, holding a cup of coffee I didn’t remember pouring. He glanced around the room, then looked back at me.
“You and Daniel weren’t twins,” he said.
I slowly set the coffee cup down.
“There were actually three of us.”
“Our parents kept you and Daniel,” Ben continued. “But they placed me with another family when I was only three weeks old.”
“That’s impossible,” I said automatically.
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