“We figured out when Phil knew your mom,” said Sally. “It was his last trip to Saudi, a few months before our brother died. That’s what’s so mind-blowing: Who knew when we lost Ellis, there were already two new kids in the works? Eva and you.” JP struggled to make sense of it. A half brother who died—and now two (or was it three?) half sisters, not to mention a half niece? Too many halves! His whole family had been halved. Halved and multiplied.
