The photograph slipped from the boy’s fingers.
Ryan’s mother picked it up with shaking hands.
Her eyes widened.
Twenty years ago, she had taken the same picture in a hospital room.
But back then…
There had been two babies.
Not one.
Tears filled her eyes.
“No… this can’t be happening…”
Ryan looked at her in confusion.
“What is it, Mom?”
The poor boy stared silently.
Then he quietly spoke.
“The old man who raised me gave me that picture before he died.”
He swallowed hard.
“He said… if I ever found the woman in the picture, ask her why she left me.”
Silence.
The noise of the airport disappeared.
Ryan looked at his mother.
Then at the boy.
Then back at her.
“Mom…”
His voice trembled.
“Is he… my brother?”
The woman broke down crying.
And for the first time in years…
She nodded.
