We are almost at Dell’s place, and the silence in the car is thick with unspoken thoughts. I have so many questions for him, but we are both in this awkward stage, not knowing each other well enough to feel comfortable asking. The reason I changed my mind and decided to take him to Dell’s is that if he turns out to be untrustworthy, being around an FBI agent is the safest option. Also, I need to keep him close to get answers to my questions. Deep down, I know he is my brother and I should trust him, but I can’t help but be skeptical. Why did I never know of him before? He says our dad talked about me to him, so he knew of my existence. Why didn’t he ever try to reach out? Even though I was in a different country, he should have made an effort.
I glance at him briefly, and he is staring ou
