POV Riley
"I’m telling you, that was him. Our real dad." I crossed my arms and looked at my brothers. "The girl said she was my sister, and the man looked just like Ryder. Just… older."
"But how do we find him?" Parker frowned, chewing on his bottom lip the way he always did when thinking hard.
"We could ask Aunt Linda," Ryder offered cautiously. "I bet she knows."
"Mom’s not gonna like that," I warned. "She didn’t even want to talk about him with me."
"Then Mom doesn’t need to know," Ryder decided, sounding braver than usual.
"Ryder’s right," Parker added with a nod. "She’s scared. She always avoids it."
"But what if Aunt Linda says no?" I asked.
"Then we trick her." Parker grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.
A few hours later, the three of us were tucked into the back seat of
