began to shake.
“My father?” I whispered.
Jonah looked at me.
“Your mother never told you who he was?”
“No. She said he died before I was born.”
He turned another page.
A photograph had been attached to it.
It showed my mother standing beside a young man I had never seen before.
On the back was a name.
ADRIAN VALE.
Jonah stared at it.
“Adrian was my father’s younger brother.”
I looked up sharply.
“What?”
“My uncle disappeared when I was a child. My family said he had left
the country after stealing money from the company.”
Jonah’s face tightened.
“But my father never believed he was a thief. He believed Daniel had something to do with his disappearance.”
I sat down.
If Adrian was my father, then I wasn’t the child of Jonah’s father.
Our families were connected, but not in the way I had feared.
For the first time that morning, I felt a small measure of relief.
Then I noticed something written at the bottom of the page.
A date.
The same date my mother had
