Serves Me Wright (Wright #9) - K.A. Linde Page 0,66
can’t be true,” I whispered. “Can it?”
“I have no idea. He sent it to both of us.”
I finished the letter. Weston said that he lived in Seattle and worked as a musician and computer tech. He was seven years younger than me, nine years younger than Jordan. His dad was Owen. He’d had no idea that he had another family. That we could be half-brothers.
I reread the letter and read it again. Then I slumped back into my seat, wishing I hadn’t woken up. “What the fuck, Jor?”
“I really have no idea what to think about it.”
“Did Dad cheat on Mom?”
“I mean, time wise, it might have been when they were separated.”
“Right.”
I’d been young when our parents separated. They were apart for a year or maybe over a year. I didn’t have many memories of it. Jordan seemed to have internalized the whole thing way more than I ever did. I’d been six or seven and Jordan had shielded me as much as he could. As he always had.
“Are you going to respond?” I asked.
Jordan took a minute before saying anything. “I don’t fucking know what to do, Julian. Like, what the fuck do we do?”
“I don’t know.”
“If it’s true, then Dad has had a whole other family this entire time. If it’s not, then what the fuck does this guy want? Why does he think that we’re brothers?”
Jordan had always had a temper, and I could hear it flaring up at this news. He’d been working so hard to deal with his issues with Dad. And they cropped up all over again.
“I don’t have the answers. But I think we should probably talk to Mom and Dad before we do anything. Mom might be able to tell us if she already knew about this. Why they would hide it from us, you know?”
Jordan huffed, “I know why they’d hide it.”
“Yeah,” I said. I didn’t want to add the I told you so, but he must have heard it in my voice.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jordan grumbled. “Just get your ass back to Lubbock, so we can talk to Mom. I’m not going to talk to her or Dad without you. I want to know what the fuck this bullshit is. I’ll look up Weston Wright in the meantime.”
“You mean, stalk him,” I said with a short laugh.
“I want the truth.”
“Me too,” I assured him. “Jen and I are leaving tonight. We can talk to Mom when I get back. When is Dad coming back into town?”
“This weekend,” Jordan said. He sounded like he was grinding his teeth. “It’s Fourth of July. He wants to spend it with us, go golfing Saturday. I think we’re going to have a very different conversation.”
We sure as hell were.
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” Jordan said.
We said our good-byes and then hung up. Have a good day. Yeah, right. All thoughts of crawling back into bed with my girlfriend had vanished. I might have another brother. Weston Wright in Seattle. Had Dad knocked his mom up and not known it? Had his mom given him our last name to capitalize on it one day? I didn’t understand any of it. And like Jordan, I wanted to know.
“What was that all about?” Jennifer asked, padding out of the bedroom in my T-shirt.
“Jordan called.” I shook my head and showed her the screen, displaying the email.
She read the screen and then gasped. “Oh my God, Julian!”
“I know.”
“Is this true?”
I shrugged, running a hand back through my hair. “Fuck if I know. We’re going to ask our parents when I get home.”
Her eyes were round with worry. “Are you okay?”
I reached out and pulled her into my lap. She curled up easily, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to think.”
“Is it possible?”
“With my dad…anything is possible.”
“Okay. Probable?”
“I don’t know. I can’t imagine that even Owen Wright would hide a family from all of us for our entire lives.”
“Did he do work in Seattle?”
“No,” I said. “He ran the company out of Vancouver. Sometimes, he was gone for conferences or board meetings. That sort of thing but rarely Seattle.”
“Huh. Maybe it’s not true?” she asked optimistically.
“I don’t know, love,” I said, burying my head into her shoulder.
“Do we need to go home early?”
I looked up at her in surprise. “Of course not. We’re not leaving until late.”
“Yeah, but—”
I silenced her response with a kiss. She laughed against my lips.