Chapter 53: The Boy Who Lived
The room remained silent long after the message appeared.
Bring my brother home.
No one needed to ask who had sent it.
Daniel.
Always Daniel.
Amelia looked at Alexander.
Then at Margaret.
Then at the newspaper clipping still resting on the table.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Or perhaps it made too much sense.
A dead child.
A hidden identity.
A family built on lies.
Rachel broke the silence first.
"Are we saying Ethan isn't Ethan?"
No one answered immediately.
Because the possibility was too enormous.
Too disturbing.
Margaret looked pale.
Very pale.
"The boys were close."
Silence.
"Ethan and Daniel."
Another silence.
"They spent every day together."
She looked at the photograph.
"Richard loved his son."
Victor laughed bitterly.
"Rich
