Being the only kid and being loved by my parents made my life feel ideal. However, after a DNA test showed that I had a sibling named Daniel, everything changed. I was so shocked that I went up to my father, who confessed to having an affair but pleaded with me to keep it a secret.
I was skeptical until I met Daniel, who told me a different story: we had lived together as children until our parents were killed in a fire. After that, he explained, I was adopted. I was shocked to discover documentation supporting Daniel’s story—and worse—in my dad’s office.
My adopted parents, who owned the building, were negligent in causing the fire that killed my birth parents. They adopted me to hide their tracks and stay out of trouble, not because they loved me.
I moved out to live with Daniel after being devastated. Despite the fact that my life was based on lies, discovering my brother gave me hope and a new feeling of family.