"Gordon, do you have any other relatives?" Tracy blurted out before she could stop herself.
Gordon eyed her suspiciously, thrown by her sudden question. "Why do you ask?"
"Can't I? Knowledge is power—what if your grandfather quizzes me someday? I should at least know basic facts." She fidgeted, suddenly self-conscious.
"I have an uncle." His voice was cool and detached, drifting over her like morning mist.
Tracy's eyes lit up with sudden realization. Could Elliot be Gordon's cousin? Family traits often run strong. It was the only logical explanation.
Elliot had always been a sweet child. Though he'd never asked about his father, Tracy had seen the longing in his eyes during school events—the way he'd watch other kids with both parents. At least he wasn't alone. What kind of person wou
