Derek stared.
“You have a brother?”
Dad sat very still.
I had never heard the name Luis in my life.
Not once.
Dad looked toward the darkened workshop window, as though forty years had suddenly shortened to four minutes.
“Yes,” he said.
“I did.”
He touched the forgotten name on the paper.
“And if we’re going to finish what my father started, there’s something about this family you both need to know.”
PART 4 ( The End)
The name stayed on the kitchen table between us.
Luis.
I searched my memory
