After a year abroad, I returned home expecting hugs and Mom’s cooking—not a clogged kitchen sink and a house full of tension. I offered to fix it, but Mom freaked out. The next day, when she was out, I opened the pipes and found something shocking: a hidden stash of cash and an old flip phone.
Mom broke down when she saw it. That’s when I learned the truth—she’d been hiding a secret for decades. I had a brother. Gerard. She gave him up for adoption at 17, long before she met Dad. They reunited recently, but things turned dark fast.
Gerard, it turned out, was an undercover cop who’d stashed money and a burner phone at Mom’s after fleeing a drug ring. She hid it to protect him, terrified of who might come looking.
We met. He was rough around the edges, but unmistakably my brother. The operation was over. He was safe. And Mom, finally, could breathe again.
That night, the three of us ate soup together. Real family, at last. Turns out, truth finds a way—sometimes even through a clogged pipe.
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