it again.
Something about the two men bothered her.
They had their arms around each other’s shoulders, smiling in the unguarded way people do when they believe their happiness will last.
She wondered why I had never mentioned a brother.
So she asked me.
When I said I didn’t know of one, she began looking into the family history.
At first, she thought she might find a few old records or an obituary. What she found instead was a collection of contradictory details.
Daniel had not died in the accident.
