My mind is racing with a million thoughts as I press the cotton ball gently against Raul’s nose. I can feel his eyes on me, and I wonder if he, too, is trying to find some resemblance between me and my father like I did. My mom always said I had my father’s eyes, and it just so happens that Raul and I share the same eye color. It's a good thing my nursing training always has me equipped with everything I need for first aid. I try to keep my hands steady, as the familiarity of this action gives me a strange sense of calm, even though my mind is swirling with confusion and disbelief. I am still struggling to look at him because the idea that he could be my half-brother is too much to process right now.
We ordered an Uber back to the coffee shop where I had left my car when Alessandro took m
