Two boys who had looked like brothers for years were suddenly brothers in fact.

Neighbors noticed.

Someone at Austin’s college posted a careless comment about a switched baby, and a classmate repeated it before either boy had decided what to share.

Wyatt called me from the bookstore, furious.

“A customer asked if I was the stolen twin.

She said it like I was a headline.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“You don’t owe her an explanation.”