Zadie's POV
Holy Sh*t.
My brother's alive and standing right before me. I had to fight the urge to lunge out and hug him, but by the look on his face, he had no idea who I was. "Follow me, please, Ms. Zadie," he said, turning toward the door.
I followed in a stunned silence. Why doesn't he recognize me? Do I look that different? People say I'm the spitting image of our Mom. Surely he remembers what Mom looked like?
But then I remembered......I didn't remember much of my past until I touched someone or something. Maybe it would be the same for him? I continued to follow him closely, trying to figure out a way to touch him without coming off as some kind of weirdo who likes to touch people for no reason.
He suddenly stopped in front of a door, which worked out in my favor. I preten
