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"But-" Gabe seemed to be just as unable as me when it came to forming words. He looked ghastily pale that I wondered how I must have looked. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. I knew I looked like Dad. I knew he was my father, everyone who saw us saw it too but- why did Richard Dougal Rennison look more like my father than the one I knew.
Christina placed her hands on the table as if bracing herself for the impact her words were about to unfold. "Richard is the older brother to Leandre Rennison. Both originally from Scotland, the sons of Frank and Jen Rennison. Leandre at sixteen got an all paid schloarship for a school in Sussex for rugby and never came home since. The Rennison family was a well known military family and from my sources that responsibility laid on Richard's shoulders to continue it."
"But Dad said he's English," I defended, "He didn't have the accent. In fact he never liked Scotland."
