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“I knew him as Daniel,” she whispered. “He was at the São Vicente orphanage with me. He never talked about his family… but he always looked like he was waiting for someone.”
Arthur’s throat tightened.
“You’re certain?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
She nodded slowly. “Yes, sir. He… he protected me when no one else would. I never forgot his face.”
Something deep inside Arthur—something he had tried to live over and around—suddenly woke up.
He had spent a lifetime building wealth and reputation, yet nothing had ever filled the empty space left by his brother Lucas. And now, standing in front of a portrait he had walked past a thousand times, a quiet woman with a mop and a trembling voice had just cracked open the past.
The Brother Who Never Came Home
Long before Arthur became a successful businessman, he was simply an older brother.
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