My mind raced.
Adam was my half-brother. “How old are you, Adam?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“Twenty-eight.”
“I’m twenty. The timing adds up, and our stories about our mothers are the same. We’re siblings.”
Adam’s mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. It was like he had trouble processing. So did I, but my excitement about discovering a blood relative mounted.
Finally, he said, “If that’s true, then your father killed my mother, which means Benjamin Pierce is your father.”
My jaw dropped. “No…” I shook my head. “My father is dead.”
“What makes you so sure? You said you were two when you were taken in by a human. Did anyone ever find his body? They sure as hell found my mother’s, so she’s dead for sure.”