“You haven’t done anything wrong, Toby.”

He moved a little closer.

His glasses had slipped down his nose.

He pushed them back with one finger in precisely the way Patrick had done, a small familiar motion I had seen thousands of times.

The resemblance struck me harder than the photographs.

I noticed his eyebrows, the pause before he asked another question, the way he looked at the ring and then politely looked away.

Those similarities were not a scientific proof of family connection.