“Who is that?”
“I didn’t know.”
“Did you contact him?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“He’s thirty-nine years old.”
Exactly the age the baby would be.
I leaned forward.
“Thirty-nine.”
“Yes.”
“But the baby in the picture was a girl.”
“So we believed.”
“Marianne called her daughter.”
“She did.”
“Then Benjamin can’t be the baby.”
“No.”
I looked at the report again.
“How is he related to you?”
Lucas hesitated.
Douglas closed his eyes.
I suddenly knew I didn’t want to hear the answer.
But there was no going backward now.
“Lucas.”
He took a breath.
“The database estimated that Benjamin and I were half brothers.”
I stared at him.
Silence.
Douglas’s hand tightened around mine.
I looked at him.
“No.”
“Hannah—”
“No.”
Lucas’s voice was gentle.
“The estimate was wrong.”
I let out the breath I hadn’t known I was holding.
Then he continued.
“It wasn’t close enough.”
