Someone I hadn’t spoken to in decades.
I looked at Rick.
He still couldn’t meet my eyes.
“How do you know that name?” I asked Anna.
She took a breath.
“Because Rick knows him.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“What?”
Anna explained everything.
Three weeks before the wedding, she had been looking for Rick’s passport.
While searching a drawer, she found old photographs.
One showed me standing beside William when I was nineteen.
Another showed us together as a young couple.
Anna recognized me immediately.
But she also recognized something else.
The photographs were in Rick’s possession.
She confronted him.
She asked why he had pictures of her mother with a man from her past.
And that’s when Rick told her William was his estranged half brother.
My mind went blank.
William was Rick’s half brother?
How had I never known?
Why had Rick never told me?
