Chapter Eleven“I think I need a sugar fix. In fact, I'm absolutely certain I need chocolate or something sweet,” Sophie's hands were shaking, and her head felt fuzzy. Mr Coben jumped to his feet, waving his arms for service, “are you a diabetic?”
“No!” Sophie cried, “I'm just in shock.”
“Everything okay sir?” A smiling waitress appeared at the side of their table.
Mr Coben sank back down, “two chocolate fudge cakes please, with extra whipped cream.” When the young girl had gone, he leant towards Sophie, “are you okay?”
Sophie squinted at him, “are you sure you're my brother?”
“Yes. I'm your half-brother, Sophie.”
“But … Mr Coben, you don't look anything like me. I'm pale with blond hair and you're dark with a fantastic tan.”
“My mother is from Hong Kong, she has a fantastic tan too,
