“And the other?”
“Daniel.”
“Who’s Daniel?”
Which one is Jack?
“Jack’s brother.”
I stared at her. “Jack didn’t have a brother.”
“He did.”
“No. He grew up believing he had no family.”
“Because he didn’t know.”
Jack’s brother.
I looked back at the photograph. “How…?”
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“They entered care after their parents’ accident. Different placements, mistakes in the records. Eventually, they lost track of each other.”
“And Jack only found out last year?”