‘Who am I?’ Finn repeats. ‘You . . . you are . . . your name is . . . was . . . William Brown.’ His brows knit and he and Mia look to one another. If I’m not mistaken, they recognise the name. ‘That’s not possible,’ he says, turning back to me. ‘I was born before him.’ ‘Your birth certificate isn’t yours,’ I reply. ‘Then whose is it?’
