“Show me,” I screech, grabbing the phone from her hand and staring down at the photos of my brothers. Sienna’s right, they do look like me, but slightly different. Then I look at one of their bios and still.
“Lords? They are fucking royalty.”
“What?” Sienna asks.
“That can’t be true, can it be?” I ask her.
“It is,” Charlie pipes in. “I’ve just been googling them and they are Lords, from Scotland, but one lives in New York, while the other lives in London.”
“New York?” So close. Charlie nods.
“This is insane, D,” Sienna states.
You’re telling me. “You think they are real?”
“I do,” Charlie adds.
I stare at him and the others and shake my head. I can’t believe this is real.
“What do I do?”
“Whatever the hell you want, D,” Evan states.
“Maybe you should sleep on it. You’ve just received a lot of information tonight.” Sienna lets out a big yawn. “Sorry, jet lag is kicking my butt.”
“So is the baby.” Evan smiles as he rubs his wife’s back.
“Yeah, so true.”
“You guys go back to my babies and thank you for coming over and being here for this. I don’t think I would have been able to do this over the phone,” I say, standing up and hugging Sienna and Evan.
“I’m glad we waited, too. This is good news though, yeah?” Sienna questions.
“Maybe. I’m still processing.”
“Take your time. We’re here for you when the time comes,” Sienna reassures me.
I close the door after Sienna and Evan walk out, and the silence that fills my house is thick after all those revelations. I lean back against the door for a second, just breathing, trying to settle the thoughts in my head.
Two brothers.
Lords.
A father I didn’t know was dead.
A mother already gone.
A past I thought I’d left behind.
“Wholly shit, D, this is huge,” Charlie says softly.
I look up at him.
God.
The concern on his face damn near breaks me.
He steps closer, slow, careful, like I’m a ticking bomb. His palms slide up my arms, warm, firm, anchoring.
