My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

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“Richard,” Brooke whispered desperately. “Say something.”

He opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

That silence told the truth better than either of them ever could.

I took one step closer. “The hotel photo wasn’t meant for Daniel. It was meant for you.” I looked directly at Richard. “The message was sent to the wrong son.”

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