The man in front of me claimed to be my brother. I could see it in his eyes but I couldn’t believe it. There had to be some sort of mistake somewhere.
“Malachi.” He was already behind me, his eyes boring into the older man’s own.
“So nice to see you again, Malachi.”
“Franklin.” Malachi made no move to invite them in and I stood next to my father, shoulder to shoulder, blocking their entry. I sensed Malachi’s confusion as he looked at the younger man.
“Where are your manners? At least invite your father and son in for some refreshments.” I looked at the older man again. I always thought that Malachi’s father was dead; it was an assumption I had made because nobody ever spoke of him.
“My son?” Amusement reached Malachi’s eyes.
“I present to you Alexander Reyan Miller. His mother was Al
