By the end of his speech, Brandon Thompson's eyes were slightly red.
"I was twelve the year my little sister went missing. I remember her as incredibly adorable, bringing an unprecedented amount of laughter and cheer into our family. But, unfortunately... the good times didn't last for long."
Brandon was not typically a big talker. This was the most he had ever said to a girl in his life.
But it didn't feel unnatural to him.
On the contrary, it felt very natural. Even though the parent-child identification test hadn't been performed yet, he had the feeling that this person was like their lost little sister.
Upon reaching this point in the conversation, Sylvia understood Brandon's intent.
She turned to Brandon, her tone steady and unchanging, "So, brother Thompson, do you suspect that I am Viola Thompson?"
"Yes." Brandon nodded, "Not just me, my grandmother thinks so too. I hope you would be willing to do a paternity test with me."
