"He is your son, which makes him my brother since you’re my father," I argued.
"It warms my heart that you see me as your father, but Mavis is not your brother because he’s not my biological son," Dad explained, and my eyes widened in surprise.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my attention fully focused.
"I love him as if he were my son, but he doesn’t share my DNA," Dad said. I heard laughter and chatter from the kitchen, so Mavis was adopted.
"You adopted him?" I asked.
"No, if I had, he would be my son. He’s just not related to me," Dad clarified, making things more confusing.
"Then why does he have your last name?" I asked.
"Oh, that. Let me start from the beginning. His father was my best friend. We met in college and got close because we shared the same surname. We became insepara
