Jayce
"Are you sure that guy is your brother?" I asked Rachel, standing outside her home. "You both don't have any similarities at all."
Rachel chuckled and replied, "Half-brother." I nodded in understanding. "We have the same father but different mothers," Rachel explained with a smile.
"Jason, trust me, he is a good guy; he loves Grace, and I have seen how his face shines whenever he is with her or talking about her." I could see the sincerity in Rachel's eyes as she spoke about her half-brother.
"I trust you, but that doesn't mean I trust him," I replied, feeling a sense of skepticism lingering in my mind.
"Just give him a chance; you might be surprised," Rachel said reassuringly. "I know you are like a father to Grace; that's why you think like that," Rachel said, smiling at me. "
