Somehow the world was still turning and life was continuing on around her, but inside it felt as if everything she knew had just tilted on its axis. Her stranger was there, and he had a name. Ethan. Ethan. Could it really be so simple? Would she have ever guessed it? Ethan. It suited him. But that didn’t answer the most pressing question at the moment: What the fuck was he doing there? She could hear Eric talking, but as soon as she’d seen her stranger’s face in the room she’d tuned out everything else. He’d said something about “karaoke” and “brother,” but that couldn’t possibly be right. Brother? Suddenly, everything began to click into place in Lily’s mind. All of the things she had somehow not paid attention to before came tumbling back at once: Barbara’s other son, the artist; the strangely familiar painting on the wall; Ethan’s mysterious family emergency last week. When she finally added them all together she wanted to smack herself for not making the connection sooner.
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