This might seem random, and you are probably as confused as we were when we found out. We only learned about our father when our mother got word of his death months after it. She felt that since he is now dead, she is finally safe enough to tell us the truth about where we came from, and then she told us about you. We don’t want anything from you. We just want to know you. If you’ll let us. No pressure. No expectation.
Rowan and Callum Sinclair
My vision blurs.
I lower the page slowly.
“Holy shit,” Evan curses.
“D, you have brothers,” Sienna says excitedly, shaking my arm.
My mind is trying to compute what I just read.
“My parents died. I didn’t know.”
No one speaks.
Tears roll down my cheeks.My parents are dead.Not that they deserve my tears, but …
“I’m sorry, D,” Charlie says, rubbing my back.
“How do you feel?” Sienna asks.
“I don’t know. It’s not like I ever thought I was going to see my family again, but …”
“It’s final,” Charlie adds.
I nod. Because it is. So fucking final.
“Guess the positive is you have brothers,” Evan adds.
I swallow, the letter trembling between my fingers. “And I have brothers. Two of them. They’ve been looking for me.”
“You always wanted siblings.” Sienna smiles.
“I did. They’d better not be cooler than me,” I joke, trying to lighten the mood.
“No one is going to be as cool as you,” Evan adds.
“Aw. Evan, see, I knew you loved me.” I grin, sending him a wink which makes him smile.
“I didn’t have a choice.” Evan smirks. This is true.
“Brothers. Wow. I wonder what they’re like. If they look like me?” Curiosity starts to win out against the shock.
“We could Google them,” Sienna suggests.
“No … that seems … I don’t know … weird?” My stomach flips with nerves.
“Might be good to check them out before committing to anything,” Charlie suggests.
“You think they could be bad people?” I turn and ask him.
“I agree with Charlie. We don’t know who they are. They could be scammers. We should get Jackson to run a background check on them, make sure they are who they say they are,” Evan adds.
“Who would make this up? How would they know my name? And work out how to find me at Sienna’s parents’ place?” I ask Evan.
“Ignore him, he’s been on a true crime binge,” Sienna says. “But I do think we should search for them online, see if they have a social presence.” She pulls out her phone, then looks up at me, silently questioning if she should start her search. When I nod, she starts searching. “Oh.” What does that mean? “Shit. I think I found them. They look like you.”
