“I know what I saw. Don’t pretend it’s not true.” It was about something she had witnessed. My heart sank as I realized she must have seen something she wasn’t meant to.The truth? A few nights earlier, a man I never expected had appeared at my door—Adam. My long-lost brother, the son my mother had been forced to give up when she was young. He had found me after years of searching. I had kept this secret from Sam, not ready to share it with anyone yet. But Penelope had seen us together.I sat outside Penelope’s door,
sliding documents under it, explaining the truth. Eventually, she opened up, and I told her the truth: Adam was my brother, our uncle. The family secret that had remained hidden for so long was now out.The next day, Penelope told Sam about the man I had been meeting in secret. I had no choice but to tell him everything. Sam, though shocked, hugged me, saying he was proud of me. He asked for no more secrets.A week later, Adam came to dinner. At first, Penelope was distant, but when Adam shared a photo of our mother with him as a baby, Penelope’s defenses melted. They began to bond over music, and Penelope even started learning guitar from him.Now, Adam is a regular part of our lives, and Penelope and I are healing. Some stories start in unexpected ways, and sometimes, secrets hurt before they heal. But when the past knocks on your door, it might just be to complete your life.