A single email changed everything. I remember staring at the DNA test results, heart pounding. I’d taken it for fun, curious about my ancestry. Instead, I found out I had a brother—Daniel I was raised as an only child by loving parents who gave me everything. My life felt perfect—until that moment. Shaken, I asked my dad if he knew a Daniel. His face turned pale. “Years ago, I had an affair,” he confessed. “Daniel is from that.” But something about his reaction felt off. I couldn’t shake the feeling there was more,
I messaged Daniel. He replied instantly and asked to meet. When we did, I was stunned—he looked just like me. You don’t remember the fire?” he asked, eyes welling up. “We lived together until we were five. Our parents died,