Wrapping his arms around his neck, Orin planted a big, wet kiss on Edwin's cheek.

Leaning close to his ear, Orin whispered in a childish lilt, "I haven't wished my uncle a Happy New Year yet. May your fortunes soar!"

The innocent tone in Orin's voice entertained Edwin, eliciting a robust laugh from him.

Reaching into his pocket, Edwin pulled out a giftbox and pressed it into Orin's palm, saying, "And I wish you health and heaps of happiness, Orin."

With a smile, Orin replied, "Thank you."

Then, his gaze landed on the petal birthmark that lay on the table. His eyes went wide with surprise. "Why do you have a picture of Aunt Clara? Do you know her, too?"

Edwin's heart skipped a beat at the question. Staring at Orin, he stammered, "What did you say?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Aunt Clara's back! She has a petal just like that one. I saw it in my dad's photo album. He said it's from when she was in college,

it at Rose's birthday bash? Was Orin mistaken,

Orin and the picture of the petal

kitchen, fixing breakfast. His brow furrowed at the sight of Edwin carrying Orin down. "Why

to contain himself, set Orin down and handed Anders the picture. "Have

a moment, then nodded nonchalantly. "Saw it

a birthmark or something she

of a dance club in college. Every time she danced, there

seemed tantalizingly close, and Edwin's breath hitched. Struggling to keep his composure, he asked, "Has Clara ever been

you know about the time Heidi threw acid on her? After that

this, Edwin was almost certain that Clara was the sister he had been searching for all this time. Heidi had meant to obliterate

face. He swiped at his eyes,

Clara, it was as if he was looking at his own mother. Not

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