I never imagined my daughter Penelope would look at me with such disappointment. She stopped talking to me, avoided eye contact, and locked herself in her room—heartbroken over something I didn’t understand.Then came the note she slid under her door: “I know what I saw. Don’t pretend it’s not true.” And another: “If he comes back tonight, I’ll tell Dad what happened in the garage.”She thought I was having an affair.But the truth?
The man she saw me hugging wasn’t a secret lover — he was my brother. A brother I never knew existed until my mother’s deathbed confession revealed she’d given up a baby at 17. He’d just found me,
