If this is your first encounter with my story, you may want to start at the beginning here: Secrets from My Twilight Zone.
My smartphone buzzed on the chaise armrest, jolting me awake from a half-sleep. It was an unknown number, but my intuition told me to answer. I had found the name of a likely relative a week earlier, and I was expecting this call after sending the handwritten letter to my possible half-brother. A hesitant voice filled the receiver, Hello? Is this... John? My heart pounded in my chest. Yes, this is John.
It's Mike Sedlák, the voice continued, a tremor of uncertainty in his tone.
I, uh, got your letter. We need to talk. But first, are you sure you’re ready to hear this?
My stomach lurched and a streak of anxiety bolted across my skull. This was it. The moment of truth. Over the next hour, Mike painted a disturbing portrait of his father, a man shrouded in secrets. The weight of his words settled heavily, each revelation gently tugged a…
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