Mark looked at him, a bit amused. “Tell me, we look exactly the same—who do you think I am?”
Tod was stunned, staring at Mark, who looked mischievous. The voice didn’t sound like Ted or Terry, so he exclaimed excitedly, “You’re Mark!”
A flash of surprise and joy lit up his eyes—he had found Mark.
Mark smiled gently at his younger brother’s stunned expression. “Yes. Mommy is on the 8th floor.”
Tod paused. “Which mommy are you talking about? Mine or yours?”
He frowned as he said this, running through the relationships in his mind—it was still confusing. “No, wait, the mommy I’m looking for is my biological mom. Yours isn’t your biological mom. Since we look identical, you must be our family’s Mark. That means my mommy is your biological mom too.”
Mark was a little dizzy from all the lo
