The morning sun streamed through the windows of George's Chicago apartment, casting long shadows across the kitchen table where he sat with his coffee. The letter from Margaret Blackwood was open in front of him, the words blurring as he read them for the hundredth time.
*Dear George,*
*I know you have questions. I know you're trying to understand your father. And I want to help you.*
*There's something I never told anyone. Something your father never told anyone. A secret that's been buried for decades.*
*I'm not just your father's cousin. I'm also his daughter.*
George stared at the letter. His hands were shaking.
His father had a daughter. A daughter he'd never mentioned. A daughter who was also his cousin.
Sam walked into the kitchen. She was dressed for work, her hair pulled ba
