My Brother’s Spot Sparks a Hidden Identity
I had never seen this man before.
My father, Elias Mace, was a former soldier—upright, steady, and disciplined. He despised pretentious displays and would never speak in such a crude, pompous tone.
Could it be… my mom really had a lover outside?
The thought sent a chill down my spine.
The man jabbed a finger at my brother, barking at Mr. Winters like he owned the place. "I'll make this clear right now! The exchange student spot belongs to my son, Roger! Anyone who disagrees is challenging the entire Smith family!"