there’s a picture in the kitchen of a boy Morgan doesn’t know.
in the picture, he’s standing next to her dad, and they’ve got their arms around each other. they seem so happy, but Dad seems so sad whenever he looks at it. it sits on a shelf next to other pictures of their family; her, Mom, Dad, Uncle Rhodey… so Morgan assumes he must be family too. He doesn’t look as old as Mom and Dad, so Morgan guesses that maybe he’s her brother.
there are little clues too; there are notes in the garage, on the dash of Dad’s car, stuck to the computer, all in handwriting she doesn’t recognize. there’s a box in the closet filled with a bunch of random stuff that her dad refuses to throw away, never touches.
she asked Dad about him, her brother, once. what his name is and when she can meet him. her father stumbles around the question, and eventually gets up and leaves to room, at a loss for words. later she could’ve sworn she heard him crying, and Dad never cried.
she stopped asking after that.
