Three little girls in Central Park recognized the tattoo on my arm—when they said their last name, a seven-year secret I was never meant to uncover came to light

your father.”

Clara blinked.

Sienna looked at me, then at Jonah.

Maeve stepped closer.

“So we found you?”

I could barely speak.

“Yeah,” I said. “You found me.”

Jonah lifted his stuffed blue whale shyly.

“I’m Jonah. I guess I’m your brother.”

Sienna smiled first.

“We’ve never had a brother.”

“I’ve never had three sisters,” Jonah said.

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