“O-ee.” Pulling on the leg of my jeans, a pair of brown eyes looked up at me. “O-ee.” That did it. Seeing Sean’s little face had my heart cracking open in my chest. This kid. He was my brother, but it was different with him. From birth, Sean had depended on me in a way the others hadn’t. I knew he wasn’t mine, but it didn’t stop my heart from beating for him in a paternal rather than brotherly way.
