William fell for the trick only because he never suspected his own relative, which made me frustrated. The lives of affluent families always appeared to be filled with intrigue, unlike my modest upbringing. For nine generations, our family had only one child per generation until my parents had me.
My brother's cellphone suddenly rang, disrupting my train of thought. I looked at the display—Ethan was calling. As my brother was occupied with driving, he requested that I answer for him. After a moment's hesitation, I put the call on speakerphone.
Ethan's voice came through hastily, barely waiting for the connection to establish.
"Adam, has your sister returned?"
My brother smiled, completely unconcerned. "Yes, how did you know?"
"I..." Ethan hesitated briefly, then said, "Would it be possible to speak with your sister? I need to ask her something."
My brother's smile turned playful. "Sure, she's right here and can hear you."