Emma
I spent the rest of my evening with thoughts of Jezebel and Isaiah. Two people I’d never met. I would guess that technically, I’d met Jezebel, but my memory of her didn’t exist. I began wondering more about them.
What did they look like?
Did I look like either of them?
Another thought came to me in my musings; I began to think about Kyle. The information I’d received upon my parents’ death was that I had been adopted. It had come in a file with the name Jezebel North.
What about Kyle?
According to Rett, he wasn’t the biological son of Marcella and Oliver O’Brien. He too was adopted, but from who?
We were only separated in age by eight months. Our mother had said she’d been blessed with two children. I’d assumed that I was born early or there was another medical explanation. Upon learning I’d been adopted, the age difference made more sense.