Brother?
I knew Mark had a brother.
Ryan.
But in 11 years of marriage, I had never met him.
Mark barely spoke about him.
What I did know was ugly.
Their father had died years earlier.
Money disappeared from the estate.
Ryan had access to the account.
Linda said he took it.
Mark said Ryan left soon afterward and cut contact.
As far as I knew, neither of them had seen him in years.
I stared at my husband.
“Your brother?”
Mark looked at me.
I saw the answer before he gave it.
“Yes.”
“Ryan is here?”
He nodded.
“How long have you known?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“A few months.”
Linda made a broken sound.
“A few months?”
Mark looked at her.
“I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
?”
“I found them while you two were away.”
“What?”
“In your bedroom. And they obviously don’t belong to my son.”
