“What happened to Reeve’s twin?” I ask again because Carson still hasn’t told us. I’m terrified he’s going to say Simon arranged to have the baby killed because I think that will push my husband to his breaking point. I hold Reeve closer, pressing kisses into his hair, hoping he feels my love.
“Your father arranged for a quick hush-hush adoption.”
Thank God. It’s the lesser of two evils.
“Does he know?” Reeve asks, rubbing his eyes.
“That’s something you’ll have to ask him. If you would like, I can set up a meeting.”
“You know where he is? You know who he is?” Reeve clutches me with a death grip.
“I do. I can get a message to him.”
“What’s his name? Does he look like me?”
“I have never met him in person, so I can’t say. However, it’s a common misconception that identical twins look identical. Even though they share the same DNA, they aren’t necessarily exactly alike. They can be different in appearance, temperament, or personality, and environmental as well as chemical factors play a part. As for his name, I can’t reveal that until I have spoken to him and gained his permission. Let me reach out to him and see if he would be agreeable to a meeting.”
“Reeve might need a little time,” I suggest because he’s just been dealt some heavy blows.
“I understand and I won’t arrange anything until we have spoken. I will just test the waters.”