"What do you mean your name was Morta?" said Cassie quietly.
"You know what I mean Cassie! I mean that before I was adopted I had the surname Morta!"
"Does this mean...?"
"Could you be...?"
I started the car again and turned around and speed back home. "Shane! We could be blowing this out of proportion! This may all just be a coincidence!"
"Do you really think this could be a coincidence! Do you Cass?! We have the same birthday! The same hair! The same last name! I need to talk to my parents." I pulled into the driveway and slammed the truck door behind me and stormed into the house.
"Honey?! Is that you?! Did you forget something?! Shane!" Mum called out but I ignored her questions as Cassie ran in behind me.
"Mum!" I yelled as I entered the kitchen.
"Shane, honey? Who is this? Are you alright?"
"This, Mum, is Cassie. Cassie Morta." I watched as her face paled.
"Morta?" she whispered.
"Yes, Morta. She was adopted too. Do you know anything about this?"
"Shane, please, take a seat. Cassie would you mind putting the kettle on?"
I exploded. "NO! NO I WILL NOT TAKE A SEAT! EXPLAIN THIS RIGHT NOW! AND YOU," I whirled on Cass, "DON'T YOU DARE PUT THAT KETTLE ON! WE DON'T WANT TEA RIGHT NOW!"
They looked at me shocked. "Alright Shane I'll explain." She then went on to tell me what I already knew. That I was born Shane Morta. that I was adopted at eight months old and that I had a sister. But that that sister wasn't dead, that she had been adopted by another couple, the Spinks. Cassie really was my sister. "I am so sorry, Shane. We love you, but we didn't want you to be hurt or leave us. We planned on telling you on your eighteenth birthday when you were an adult and could decide for yourself what to do. I am sorry. And Cassie, dear. If you want to have contact and a relationship with your brother then we'll welcome you into the family with open arms. You seem like a lovely girl. I'll just go and phone your parents, let them know that you'll be staying here for the day instead of going into school."
"Thank you," was all Cass said.
When Mum left the room she turned to me. "Are you okay? This must be a lot for you. I mean, it's a lot for me too but at least I knew my brother was alive. But I'm also really happy. You're awesome and I've always dreamed of having a brother. I'm really happy it can be you."
"Yeah, I'm fine." I gave her a small smile. "I'm just a little angry at my parents but I get where they were coming from. I'll be fine. I guess I've always kind of wished for a sister, too. And Cass, I'm really happy it can be you too, sis."
"Sis? That'll take a while to get used to. But I guess you'll have to get used to being called bro too."
We just laughed.