(Sebastian)
I didn't have a brother. There had never been another son in our house, and my father had never spoken about one. My grandfather had never mentioned another grandson either. Yet Chloe was watching me as if she expected the name to mean something.
"I don't have a brother."
Chloe looked confused.
"Marcus said you did."
I took another step toward her.
"What exactly did he say?"
She thought about it.
"He said your father had another son."
Zara looked at me.
I couldn't explain something I knew nothing about.
"Did he give you a name?"
"No."
Chloe reached for her phone again.
"But I might have something else."
She opened her messages and searched through them. I wanted to take the phone from her and search it myself, but I waited. She stopped on a conversation from mont
