The photograph slipped from my fingers.
It fluttered to the porch floor like a dying leaf.
Nobody moved to pick it up.
Nobody said a word.
I couldn't stop staring at Grim.
Then back at the photograph.
Then back at Grim again.
The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
The same gray eyes.
The same dark hair.
The same stubborn jawline.
The man standing beside my mother looked like he could have been Grim's older
brother.
Or...
My stomach twisted.
No.
It couldn't mean what I thought it meant.
I took a step backwards.
Then another.
"This isn't funny."
My voice sounded small.
Broken.
I looked at Silas.
"Tell me this is some kind of mistake."
The old man lowered his head.
"Dad?" Dani whispered.
Silas didn't answer.
Mara stepped forward instead.
"The photograph was take
