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, wearing her dance

a petal on Clara's back. Why hadn't he noticed it at Rose's birthday bash? Was Orin mistaken, or was

up Orin and the

of Edwin carrying Orin down. "Why is Edwin

and handed Anders the picture. "Have you ever seen

then nodded nonchalantly. "Saw it once when she

it a birthmark or something she drew

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

keep his composure, he asked,

Heidi threw acid on her? After that incident, the birthmark seemed to

almost certain that Clara was the sister he had

his face. He swiped at his eyes, only to

if he

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