"Brooke. We're a 50% match."
"What does that mean?"
"It means we're half-sisters. Same father, different mothers."
I sat down hard.
All my life, I thought I was an only child. Mom never mentioned anyone else. Dad left when I was two — I had no memories of him.
And now I had a sister. A sister who looked exactly like me. A sister I met because a disturbed man was searching for his dead mother's face.
"We need to find him," Bree said. "Our father. He has answers."
"I don't even know where to start."