“That’s eerie,” Sophie said from the doorway.

“He has our eyebrows.”

I told them about my father, a quiet engineer who had built radios as a hobby and hated public speaking.

He had died before the twins were born.

My mother, who lived in another state, had known only what I told her about the divorce and pregnancy.

She had asked years ago whether I was keeping in touch.

I had lied by omission.