I didn't run. I didn't hide.
I walked out of the building, down the steps, and straight toward the waiting car.
Whoever Gabriel Voss was, he had been part of my family's story from the beginning. And I deserved to know why I'd never heard his name until now.
The driver's window rolled down.
The man behind the wheel was older than the stranger in the photograph, with silver hair and a face marked by time. But his eyes stopped me cold.
Warm brown. Just like Dad's.
There was something familiar in his expression, too. A quiet kindness I'd seen in my father's old photographs.
“I'm Gabriel,” he said. “Your father's older brother. And I've been waiting a very long time to meet you, Lara.”
My hand tightened around the edge of the car door.
“Why didn't Dad ever tell me you existed?”
“Beca
