otherwise.
Diane leaned into Paul.
Leo whispered, “That’s Grandma’s son.”
“Yes,” I said.
“And your brother.”
I nodded slowly.
“My brother.”
Daniel eventually stepped back and looked at me.
“You must be Emma.”
“I am.”
He smiled gently. “Noah wrote about you.”
My heart skipped.
“What?”
Daniel reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded page.
“I received a letter from him thirteen years ago. He had found the article and tracked me down. He asked if I knew Margaret Collins.” Daniel’s expression softened. “I didn’t. Not then. But he said he was going to talk to your family. He said there was a baby coming and he wanted that child born into truth instead of silence.”
My eyes blurred.
“Noah wrote to you?”
Daniel nodded.
“I kept the letter because it was the first time someone connected me to where I came from.”
He handed it to
