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.
Then I looked up at his hair. He noticed I was barefoot and frowned, scooping me up. I Ethan, what's wrong with you? You were staring at me like that. Wasn't that you asking for a hug? I was still upset. I tried to pull away, but his hair was right there. I hesitated,
then reached up and tugged a strand. He tapped my forehead gently. Your new way of getting back at me is pulling my hair? I didn't answer, just closed my fist around the strand I'd pulled. Because if I really wasn't his blood sister, I was in trouble.
For years, the thing he said to me most was, Winnie, if you weren't my actual sister, nobody could put up with your temper. When I was little, our parents were too busy with work to spend much time with me. To make up for it, they gave in to almost everything I wanted, including the fact that I was way too attached to Ethan, and way too possessive of
All they ever told him was, just let your sister have this one. So from the day I was born, Ethan had a shadow. Wherever he went, I followed. Until the night, a bouncer stopped me outside a bar. No minors.
I want to stay with my brother! Nathan was only 18 then. Still at the age where he wanted to go out and have fun, he shook off my hand, annoyed, and called the housekeeper to take me home. At 11 that night, he checked his phone after finishing up inside. Dozens of missed calls from the housekeeper. That is when he found out. I'd gone missing. He pulled together a search party and looked for me half the night, panicking.