Caleb felt his stomach twist. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Alexander sank into a chair. “Before I met your mother, I was involved with Lindsey. When she told me she was pregnant… she vanished. Later she contacted me—said she’d had twins. But before any test could be run, she disappeared again.” His voice cracked. “She died before I could find her.”
He looked at Noah with regret so heavy it seemed to bow his shoulders.
“I spent years trying to track them. All records led to you, Caleb. There was no trace of a second child. I thought Lindsey lied to keep me tied to her.”
Noah’s eyes glistened—not with hope, but with old wounds.
“She didn’t lie,” he whispered. “I was the one who got lost in the system.”
Caleb felt something inside him shatter.
His brother—the twin he never knew existed—had been living on the streets.
“We can fix this,” Caleb said softly.
Alexander nodded, defeated and sincere. “If you’ll allow it, Noah… I want to know you. I want to help.”
Noah’s voice cracked. “Words are cheap.”
“But actions won’t be,” Caleb said.
Noah finally nodded. “Then let’s take a test.”
Five days later, the DNA results came.