Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Mine were sad. It was a thing I’d noticed as I looked at my own pictures growing up. I’d been sad until…I glanced up at Carter—until now.
Lonely. That’s what I’d been.
This woman wasn’t lonely, but she had my face. Feeling so many knots in my stomach, I asked, “Who is she?”
Carter didn’t answer that question. Instead he said, “Kevin Thorne is a lawyer, and he hired a private detective to find you.”
I didn’t give a shit about Kevin Thorne. I raised the picture higher. “Who is she?” Carter’s eyes held mine over the photograph. They were understanding and sympathetic. I didn’t want to see his sympathy. I wanted answers. “Carter.”
“I’ve been in contact with the private detective. He’s the one who supplied us with these pictures.”
But they weren’t of me.
“Who. Is. She?”
“He said Mr. Thorne reached out to him years ago. He wanted him to find you, but he never could. He said there were no trails, no paperwork. He didn’t understand it until—”
Until Carter. Until my face became a permanent fixture with his in the media.
“—he was able to determine where you worked and also certain patterns. That’s how Kevin Thorne knew to wait for you outside of Joe’s and the gun range.” He hesitated for a beat. “Emma, I had my own guy check everything out. I had your hair sent in with a piece of hers for DNA testing. They tested everything.”
“Carter.” It was a soft warning, but I was gritting my teeth. If I didn’t get answers soon… My eyes flashed. “Cut the bullshit. Who is the woman?”
“Your sister.”
I had a sister.
They’d tested, and Carter had said it. I had a sister. I couldn’t…
I felt myself becoming numb. “Who is she? Are you sure?” I had a sister…
He nodded. “It was a match.” His hand cupped the side of my face. “I met you and AJ when we were little. AJ didn’t go to school, and I never thought about it. Hell, it wasn’t my place to question it. My own dad didn’t care, as long as I was out of his hair, but AJ made you go. I remember that now. There was a day you two were fighting about it. You wanted to stay home and play. He wanted you to go. He called you Ally that day.”
Ally.
“How old was I?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. You don’t remember?”
It was my turn to shake my head. “My memories are jumbled. I remember you coming over and sleeping on the couch. I remember getting excited when you were there and being worried if you didn’t come. I didn’t even care if you talked to me when you were there. You were there. You were safe. That’s what I remember. I hated when you left.”
He called me Ally. I couldn’t remember.
“You have information?” I asked. “We can get a hold of this Kevin person?” I didn’t push about her. I wasn’t sure anymore, what I wanted.
Carter nodded, watching me steadily. “Is that what you want?”
“I…” I was going to say it was, but now that I was given the option…I didn’t know.
“You can take your time, Emma.”
AJ called me Ally.
I asked, my throat constricted, “Did he call me Ally only that one time?”
“I don’t know. It was the only time I remember.” He paused, frowning. “He called you Alley Cat a few times. I think I did too, once.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “I thought it was a nickname, but it felt wrong. I stopped and only called you Emma after that.”
“Oh.”
Ally. Alley Cat. Now this woman, Andrea. What else had AJ kept from me? “He loved me,” I murmured, not wanting to think about why I’d been separated from these people. “He was a good brother.”
“He was.” Carter covered my hand with his. “He died for you, Emma.”
“He fed me. He got me clothes—maybe not the best, but we had clothes. We had a place. I went to school. He was a good brother. He let me watch television, no matter if he was watching something else. Well—” I flashed a rueful grin. “—most of the time, he let me. He never brought a girlfriend home.”
Carter laughed. “He had them, but yeah, he always said they couldn’t go to his place. They always went to their place. He loved you, Emma. Don’t question that.”
My eyes fell back to the picture. She had my smile, with a twinkle in her eye. “Does she love this man?”
“I don’t know. The private detective didn’t say. Do you want to know?”
Did I? Should I open this door? “I don’t think I can not know.”
“Okay.” He stood and bent down to press another kiss to my forehead. “I’ll send the word and have my own guy look into this. He’ll find out everything.”
I nodded.
I had a sister.
Andrea.
I was fully numb. This information had come out of nowhere, and I didn’t feel prepared to take it in and digest it. Carter started for the door, but I caught his hand as he went, feeling a desperation I didn’t want to admit to. “Where are you going?” I asked, my voice hoarse.