of the bank transfers.
Cole looked from me to Stefan.
Then to Mark.
“Is he really my brother?”
Nobody answered quickly enough.
Stefan tightened his grip on Beth’s hand.
My mother started crying.
My father picked up the letter and studied it carefully.
Mark immediately tried to take control.
“Both boys need to sit down and stop listening.”
That was when something became painfully clear to me.
For years, Mark had confused giving orders with telling the truth.
My father turned the letter over.
“This paper came from the stationery
