“What if he’s not her brother?”

“Then we have another lie to investigate.”

I thought of their whispered conversations, the private laughter that used to make me feel excluded, and the way Octavio would touch Leticia’s shoulder when I entered a room.

None of it established what their relationship really was.

I had been too eager for a new family to ask difficult questions.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked.

“Rest,” Chen answered.