She didn’t know what was going on here, but suddenly she didn’t want to be caught on this phone. “May I ask who’s calling?” “Jake’s brother, Kyle. Who’s this?” She froze. What to say? Despite the caller ID, he could be anyone. Jake hadn’t mentioned a brother. But his voice was so similar to Jake’s. “My name is Anjali Mehta. I’m Jake’s . . . doctor.” “He’s sick—injured?” Something about the way Kyle Mara asked the question made Anjali think he didn’t believe his brother could be either of those things. She was about to explain her role when something made her stop. “Jake said he’s alone—he has no family.” The voice on the other end grew rougher. “He probably thinks that. But it’s not true. My brothers and I were separated when my mother died. Jake is the youngest. I’ve been trying to find him for years.” The pain in his voice struck a chord in Anjali.
