I twisted around to face him directly. "He's my brother, my biological brother, same mom and same dad."
He fired off another question immediately, "He's the brother your mom took with her when she left, right? But how is this such a perfect coincidence? They abandoned you for all these years, and the second you get out, he just pops up out of nowhere? Did you guys do a DNA test? Is the result even reliable? Did you check if anyone in his family is sick and needs an organ transplant? And also, is his business involved in any…"
His reckless, rapid-fire questions pulled me into a sudden, brief flashback.
It was just like when I was a teenager. He'd rattle on and on just like this, grilling every boy who'd been kind enough to walk me home.
For a split second, it felt like he still cared ab
