Arlo didn't say a word after I told him.
He just stood there, staring at me. I had seen Arlo angry. I'd seen him suspicious, irritated, even amused when he thought he had the upper hand. I'd never seen him look lost. “Nearly twenty-two years ago?” he finally asked.I nodded.
“My grandfather arranged for twin babies that weren't related to the Alfies to be separated?” Arlo asked. “Yes.” He looked at Mia. “Is this true?” Mia didn't answer immediately. That seemed to be enough for him. “Unbelievable.”
He turned away, dragging a hand through his hair. “Arlo,” Mia called. He stopped but didn't turn around.
“They have been keeping secrets from me,” he said quietly. “I'm done being the only person in this family who doesn't know what's going on.” Then he walked out. I looked at Mia. “Should I
