Both of us looked up.
“He doesn’t know I found the letters.”
“You…found them?”
Ryan nodded.
“My grandparents passed away last year.”
“We’ve been cleaning out their house.”
“In the attic, I found a box.”
Inside were dozens of unopened envelopes.
Every one addressed to my father.
Every one from you.
I covered my mouth.
“He cried.”
Ryan’s voice softened.
“I’ve never seen my dad cry.”
“He kept saying your name.”
Iris whispered,
“Your father…”
Ryan nodded.
“Is my father.”
She looked confused.
Then realization struck.
Her eyes filled with tears.
“You’re…”
“My sister.”
The room fell completely silent.
Everything suddenly made sense.
Why Ryan had seemed strangely familiar.
Why his smile reminded me of someone.