is Claire. I’m Jack’s wife.”
A pause.
“Oh.”
That single word told me she knew exactly who I was.
“Jack contacted you last year.”
“Yes.”
“I need to know why.”
Two hours later, I was sitting across from an eighty-one-year-old woman.
Mrs. Bennett placed an old photograph on the table between us.
Two boys stood side by side.
“Which one is Jack?”
She touched the taller boy.
“And the other?”
“Daniel.”
“Who is Daniel?”
She looked at me.
“Jack’s brother.”
I actually laughed.
“Jack didn’t have a brother.”
“Yes, he did.”
“No. Jack grew up believing he had no family.”
“Because he didn’t know.”
I looked again at the photograph.
“How is that possible?”
“Their parents died in an accident. Both boys entered care.”
She paused.
“They were separated into different placements. Records were mishandled. Eventually they lost track of one another.”
My stomach twisted.
“And Jack only discovered Daniel