From this year.
A woman around forty was standing in front of a house.
Something about her face looked strangely familiar.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
For several seconds, I couldn’t understand why.
Then Grandpa whispered,
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
He placed a finger on the woman’s face.
“Look at her eyes.”
I did.
And I remembered old photographs of my mother when she was young.
The resemblance was frightening.
My phone vibrated again.
Anna has believed her whole life that Linda is her sister. But three weeks ago, I found a document that proves your family has been hiding something even bigger from all of us.
I barely managed to type:
“What document?”
Susan replied:
The birth certificate.
I looked at Grandpa.
He stood up immediately.