Clare stood there in the ice-cream shop. The noise around her, a background sound as everything else just slowed down, everything besides those four words, "Nathan is your brother," that was deafening, the words echoing so loud she wanted to rip her ears off.

The urge to scream strong but she couldn't find her voice. How could she have a brother and not know about him. It was so obvious now that she had heard the words. Nathan was her brother.

All of her eight years of what she ...