I never thought I’d be standing in a hospital parking lot in Miami, staring at a blood type chart like it held the secrets of the universe. But here we were—me and my twin brother Peter—after driving 1,200 miles chasing a man we thought was our father, only to find out Terry Bradshaw was in Australia when we were conceived.\n\nPeter adjusted his glasses, voice low. 'So he’s out. That means Mom’s list is all we have left.'\n\nI rubbed my temple. 'Next is Roland Hunt. New York investor. Sounds legit.'\n\n'Or another dead end,' Peter muttered.\n\nWe didn’t know then that Hunt would point a gun at us, that we’d end up driving his stolen Ferrari, or that I’d nearly die on railroad tracks. All we knew was that we needed answers.\n\nNow, back home, we’re about to walk into Dr. Tinkler’s veterinary clinic—the last name on the list. And Mom? She’s waiting inside.\n\nShe looks at us, eyes glistening. 'There’s something you need to know… about your real mother.'\n\nMy heart stops.\n\nThis is it. The truth.