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Demetrius & Amara
Some hours later in their hotel room, Amara sat on a double bed, pillows propped up behind her. Demetrius sat in a double bed next to hers.
“You owe me an explanation,” Amara said.
“I do,” he said, struggling with the words to begin. Finally, he blurted it out. “George Tobias is my brother.”
“What!”
“We were separated as kids when I was twelve. I was on a fishing trip with my father and George when a violent storm broke out and an enormous wave washed me overboard. I assume my father and George gave me up for dead. Your Dad rescued me and your parents raised me.”
“My father and his wife.”
Demetrius ignored the reference to her mother. “When the Secret service Agent threw me against the wall, the blow to my head jogged my memory.”
Too stunned to respond, Amara
