for any accidental mention.
A photograph.
A Christmas card.
A story told too quickly.
Nothing.
Dad sat with both hands folded before him.
Mom knew.
That much was obvious.
Derek looked from one parent to the other.
“You have a brother?”
Dad nodded.
“Older by three years.”
“Alive?”
Another nod.
“As far as I know.”
I felt something inside me shift.
Not anger exactly.
More like discovering a hallway in a house where I had lived my entire life.
“Why have we never heard of him?”
Dad looked at the
