My vision shrinks to a pinpoint as things click into place. The picture of April and my mom, her hand resting on her belly, April's comment that 'losing Levi' must have nearly killed her. 

The mysterious extra leaf on the necklace.  

Levi Newman - July 31, 1813 - Firing squad

Levi Newman wasn't the man in the picture. He wasn't her lover.

He was her son.

My brother.

I have a brother?

As an only child, a surprise sibling has always been a beautiful thought.

I have a brother.

A brother shot by firing squad as a spy two hundred years ago.

The reason she left me.

“Is he alive?” I ask, voice breaking.

Pearl smiles a sad smile. “Well, I guess he is. Somewhere...”...

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