The sky was cloudy as Colton drove through the quiet countryside. His thoughts were racing. The necklace Maya wore, the date of her birthday, the way she looked—everything pointed to one possibility. One he hadn’t dared believe until now.

Could Maya really be his sister?

He didn’t want to get his hopes up too soon, but the signs were too strong to ignore. That’s why he was driving toward the old orphanage Maya once mentioned—the place she said she had grown up in.

After about two hours, he arrived. The building wasn’t large. It looked old but was still clean and welcoming. Children’s laughter echoed from the back garden. He...