A young woman's world is upended when a DNA test reveals that the brother she grew up with is not related to her by blood. As the two navigate their newly discovered freedom, long-suppressed feelings surface and force them to question everything they believed about family, loyalty, and love.
I still didn't open up his voice went flat fine not opening it huh then I I heard him make a call. A minute later, someone was picking the lock outside. I shot up and yelled at the door.
You picked that lock and I won't talk to you for three days! The noise outside stopped. Ethan made a sound through his teeth. It's only five days apart. That serious?
That made me even angrier. I grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at the door. It hit with a soft thud. I threw the pillow, then stomped off toward my room.
On the way past the coffee table, I knocked over a folder the housekeeper had just organized. Papers scattered across the floor. floor. A few words on top caught my eye. DNA paternity test results. I froze. Picked it
up without thinking. It said clearly. Richard Whitlock and Susan Whitlock excluded as parents of Winnie Whitlock. I stared at it. My mind went blank. Outside, Ethan paid off the locksmith, then knocked again, voice lazy. You're not supposed to cling to your brother like this. Give me some space.
Besides, I handled everything as fast as I could. Is this really worth being this mad? I put the papers back together and forced myself calm before opening the door. Ethan raised an eyebrow, surprised. He leaned down to look at me. Wow. Forgiving me already?
He handed me a cake box, a purse, a necklace. My mind was still on the papers. I took the gifts without really registering them. Then I looked up at his hair. He noticed I was barefoot and frowned, scooping me up. I