Taking out her phone, Emily showed Damon a picture of Bradley sporting his soccer kit. Now both grownups were confused.

“Our boys resemble each other like long-lost twins—mirror images!” However, how is that even possible? Emily uttered a surprised word. “Wait, yours and my son are both 14?”

“14. What is the birthday of your son?” Asking Damon.

April 16th, Emily answered.

“Identical to Jordan,” Damon muttered, lost in concentration. “It’s not possible… She made no mention of twins.

“Damon, do you know anything about this?” Emily persisted, feeling his pain.

No, but my former spouse might. If we had twins, only she would be aware of it. Damon apologized, but he had to go quickly to look for information.

Emily, by herself, thought about how her late husband Jack had managed Bradley’s adoption. She questioned Jack’s knowledge of a twin.

Not long before Emily was discharged from the facility where she had been recovering from knee surgery, Jack had received a call informing him that a baby was up for adoption.

When Emily did get home, Jack and a baby boy wrapped in a dinosaur blanket were waiting for her at the entrance. The infant in her husband’s arms was the most stunning human being she had ever laid eyes on, and her husband had been beaming from ear to ear.

Emily met Bradley as she got home, and he saw her discomfort.

Mom, what’s wrong? Was there anything that Damon did to cause you harm? Should he do so—

She forced a grin and said, “Everything’s fine, honey,” before running to her bedroom.

Emily looked everywhere for Bradley’s adoption documents, but she couldn’t find them. Her uneasiness increased when she realized she had never seen them as she had thought Jack had managed things brilliantly.

Determined to find out, she changed into her house clothes and headed up to the attic. In the dim light of her flashlight, she moved toward a chest containing Jack’s possessions in the dusty attic, hoping to discover more information.

With Jack’s unexpected death, Emily was in shock. They were discussing plans for a family vacation one day when she got a call from the police the next day.

Jack’s car veered off the highway due to a deadly brain aneurysm he had experienced while driving home, resulting in an accident and his death.

Jack’s motherhood and grief were causing Emily to struggle, so she asked her brother for assistance in packing his things into the attic. Now, searching for information regarding her son’s adoption, she found an envelope in Jack’s possession that had his handwriting.

“Dear Emily,” Within the letter, Jack had written, “I’ve been lying to you for almost a year.”

In the interim, Damon paid a visit to the facility where his former spouse, Naomi, was housed—a location he hadn’t been to in three years. Silent orderlies and patients engrossed in their own worlds created an uneasy environment.

Naomi met him icily, “I told you not to come back here, Damon.”

“Yes, but this is a crucial matter. Could you describe the events of Jordan’s birth night for me?

Naomi bowed her head and scowled. Her eyes flitted in all directions. “Damon, I already told you. I obeyed the big man’s request to depart. I can’t recall anything more!

When they first started dating in college, Damon and Naomi were content. Their happiness increased when Naomi became pregnant soon after Damon started working for a prominent company. But when Naomi began to experience the symptoms of preeclampsia, a medical condition marked by excruciating headaches and fuzzy eyesight,