Odessa POV
“Is your name Brandon?” I asked.
My mouth was dry, yet my palms were sweating.
He nodded. “Brandon Devon.”
“Did you have businesses in a small fishing town?”
He shoved his hands into his coat pockets. “I still do.”
“And you have two children?”
I never asked Ryder if he had siblings, and he didn’t bring it up.
“Yes, Ryder has an older sister. She left town a long time ago.”
Everything was surreal. Did Mom know he was in town this entire time? I took him in again, searching for similarities between us. The sharpness of his nose and his double chin. He was an older man, maybe around mid-fifties, but he still looked good for his age.
What if the test was wrong somehow, and I was staring at my father?
“So… you know what Ryder and I have done. You know he’s not my brother,
