couldn’t fathom, Minnie burst into gasping tears.
 
 “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry! But your brother? Whatever
 
 gave you that idea?”
 
 “He knew Father! And you said he was family!”
 
 “Come here, Min. I’m sorry. I wish you had asked me
 
 instead of assuming! I never talked about Arthur’s past because
 
 it hurts me to think about, and I’m sure it hurts him, too. I’d
 
 hoped with a new start here we could help him heal from so
 
 much pain.”
 
 “But he’s definitely not my brother,” Minnie said, hiccupping.
 
 Charles shifted next to Thom, something restless in his
 
 movements.
 
 “No. His mother, Adelaide, was my best friend growing
 
 up. Together with your father we were inseparable. But then
 
 when we got older, and your father and I fell in love, Adelaide
 
 was pushed to the side. Then a young man came to town — a
 
 scholar — researching nonsense about ancient societies and con-
 
 spiracies and evil. Adelaide was smitten with Josiah. He had an
 
 attractive, tragic air about him. I tried to warn her that no stable
 
 family could ever be built with such a strange, obsessive man, but
 
 she wouldn’t hear it. In the end, your father and I didn’t stop her
 
 from running off with him.” Mrs. Johnson sighed heavily. “Josiah
 
 Liska was the death of her.”
 
 “Wha
 
 t happened?” Minnie asked, voice still heavy with
 
 tears.
 
 “They had a few good years. Traveling all the time, looking
 
 at ‘sites’ that held clues, visiting libraries. She wrote of Josiah’s
 
 work and how important it was. They had a baby — Arthur —
 
 but still never settled down. Her letters became increasingly