The tall man stepped forward, offering a tentative smile. "Mia, I'm Anderson Vance your Father These are your Brothers, Aaron and Alex."
My breath hitched. Vance? Brothers? My mind scrambled, trying to make sense of it. This had to be a mistake.
"I think you have the wrong person," I managed to say. "I'm an orphan. I don't have any family."
Anderson Vance's smile faltered. "Mia, we know it's been a long time. Twenty years, to be exact. But we've been looking for you. We are your family."
The words hung in the air, heavy and unbelievable. I stared at them, at their carefully constructed faces, the sheer impossibility of their claim washing over me.
"It's been twenty years," I finally said, my voice gaining strength. "Twenty years I've been on my own. I've built a life. I have my own peace. It's best if we act like we don't know each other. It's best for everyone."