Mr. Lewis stood. “Are you sure?”
My answer was the first completely honest thing I had said all day.
That night, I found Mom’s daughter online.
Her profile was filled with birthday celebrations, school events, vacations, and beach photographs.
Mom appeared in almost every image.
I sent a single message.
“I believe we have the same mother. Did she ever mention a daughter named Simone?”
I included my phone number.
Her reply arrived the next morning.
“Our mom doesn’t have another daughter.”
I sent her a photograph of the fifth-birthday card.
Less than a minute later, my phone rang.
“Where did you get that?” she demanded.
