Her Surprise Sister

The other two were younger. She stared at one of the pictured faces and felt the room spin around.

“Who is that?” She pointed to the face.

Maddie looked at her oddly. “Are you okay? That’s just my older brother, Grayson.”

Violet shook her head, pulling her cell phone out of her bag and flipping through the photos until she found the one she wanted. “This is my older brother. Jack.” She handed it to Maddie, knowing she’d see what Violet meant at once. The faces were identical.

Maddie stared at the photo for a long moment. She sank down onto the nearest sofa, looking shell-shocked. “I feel as if I’ve wandered into a science-fiction movie.”

Violet sat down next to her. “Me, too. Two sets of identical twins? It’s…it’s just crazy.”

“That’s the right word for it,” Maddie agreed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Who is the other person?” Violet pointed to the third man in the framed photo.

“My younger brother, Carter.” Maddie looked at her. “Please don’t tell me you have an identical younger brother. That would be too much. I’d be ready for the funny farm.”

Violet managed a smile. “I don’t have any younger siblings at all.”

“That’s a relief.” Maddie flushed. “I mean…I didn’t mean that I’m glad you don’t have younger siblings. Or that I’m not glad to have found you. It’s just…”

“Yes. I know.” Violet rubbed her forehead. Maybe if she weren’t so tired, she could think this through better. “So what do we make of this? We must have the same parents in order to be identical, to say nothing of Jack and Grayson being identical. So my mother and your dad were together at one time, and they had two sets of twins. That’s what we’re saying, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.” Maddie was staring at the photo she’d identified as being her younger brother. “But that must mean Carter is my half brother. I remember when he was born. It never occurred to me that Mom wasn’t my mother, too.”

Violet could hear the hurt in Maddie’s voice, and it seemed to echo in her heart. There were too many complications for her to grapple with. “What about your dad? He has to know the answers to this. Can’t we go and see him?” Her heart gave an extra thump at the thought of actually seeing her birth father.

But Maddie was shaking her head. “He’s not within reach, I’m afraid. Dad’s a doctor. Right now he’s on a mission trip, and he said he wouldn’t be in cell-phone range most of the time. Not that we talk all that much, anyway.” Maddie shrugged. “If you’re picturing an old-fashioned, doting, emotionally engaged father, forget it. Dad’s more involved with his patients than with his kids.”

“I’m sorry.” She reached out to touch Maddie’s hand, responding to the pain in her voice. “But there must be some way of reaching him in an emergency. We’ll go nuts if we don’t find some answers.”

“I can send an email. He is able to pick those up occasionally. But before I do that, tell me about your mother. Our mother. You said we look like her.”

Violet flipped through the cell phone photos again, stopping at one she especially liked. Belle was leaning against a corral fence, wearing her usual jeans, plaid shirt and boots, her head tilted back, smiling with that pleasure she always seemed to take in whatever she was doing at the moment. Violet touched the image. She’d give a lot to see her mom looking like that again. She handed the phone to Maddie.

“Oh.” Maddie touched the image, just as Violet had. She wiped away a tear. “We are like her, aren’t we? It’s funny to look at her and know what I’ll look like in twenty years or so. She’s beautiful.”

“Yes. But right now—”

“You said she’d been in an accident.” Maddie rushed her words. “How bad is it?”

“Bad.” Violet swallowed the tears that wanted to spill out. “Her horse stepped in a hole, and she fell. Mom has a head injury. They were able to get help right away, but it was serious.” Her voice thickened. “At first they didn’t think she’d live, but she was tough enough to survive the surgery. Now…well, now they don’t know if she’ll ever wake up.”

Maddie’s hand closed on hers, the grip tight and imperative. “I have to see her. Please, Violet. She’s my mother, and I’ve never seen her, and if she doesn’t make it…” Her voice broke. “Can I go back with you?”

The enormity of the request hit Violet. If she took Maddie home with her, took her to see her mom, how on earth was she going to explain her?

“I know what you’re thinking,” Maddie said softly. “That would bring this craziness out in the open for sure. But if I don’t see her—”

“It’s okay.” She’d figure out the explanations somehow. “Why don’t you pack a bag? You can follow me back to the ranch. You probably want your own car there.”

Maddie jumped to her feet. “It won’t take me a minute. Make yourself at home. Help yourself to the fridge. You must be tired and hungry.”

She was, probably too tired to drive all that way, but she didn’t really have a choice. She couldn’t stay away any longer, relying on other people to run the ranch and look after her mother.

She scouted through the contents of the refrigerator, feeling a little odd to be helping herself. But that was what Maddie had said, and she did need something to keep her going. Maddie’s tastes seemed to run to fresh fruit and cheeses, judging by her fridge.

Maddie was back in minutes, carrying a suitcase.

“That was fast.” Violet was still eating the yogurt she’d found on the top shelf. It was lemon, her favorite, making her wonder if she and Maddie had similar tastes.

“I used to travel for my job, so I got pretty good at packing in a hurry.” Maddie glanced toward the laptop on a corner desk. “I’ll email Dad, just telling him it’s important that he contact me right away. And I guess I’d better email Landon as well. I’ll take my laptop with me so I can stay in touch.”

Violet waited, trying not to look interested in what Maddie was typing. It was obvious that Maddie still cared about Landon, or she wouldn’t be letting him know what was going on. Probably their broken engagement would be mended eventually. Someday she might be taking a part in her sister’s wedding.

Violet was unpleasantly surprised to discover that she felt an odd twinge at the thought of Landon and Maddie getting married.

* * *

Violet and Maddie drove straight through to the ranch, stopping only to eat once. Maddie wanted to go right to the hospital, but once Violet had found there was no change in her mother’s condition, she knew she had to get a decent night’s sleep.

Relief flooded through her when she finally drove through the imposing stone gateway to the Colby Ranch. The three entwined Cs at the top of the gate’s arch seemed to welcome her home.

She pulled up in front of the sprawling brick-and-stone structure that was the main house, aware of Maddie’s car behind her. When she still hadn’t been able to reach Jack, Violet had phoned Lupita, the housekeeper, cook and second mother who kept the house running like a well-oiled machine, telling her to prepare the guest room.

Violet hadn’t said whom she was bringing. The effort to explain over the phone had seemed way too much to her. Thank goodness Lupita, with her usual gentle wisdom probably sensing that questions weren’t welcome, hadn’t asked.

“This is it,” she said as Maddie joined her on the wide front porch.

“It’s huge.” Maddie glanced around. Mature trees and a wrought-iron fence surrounded the ranch house, with grasslands and rolling hills stretching out in the distance. Behind the house, outbuildings dotted the property: barns, greenhouses, storage sheds, the cottages occupied by Lupita and her husband and that of foreman Ty Garland, and the bunkhouses. Colby Ranch was a busy place, so busy that it was sometimes hard to find a moment alone.

“I’ll show you around tomorrow.” She picked up Maddie’s suitcase. “Right now let’s get you settled and see what Lupita’s fixed for supper.”

“I think you’re the one who needs to settle.” Maddie linked her arm with Violet’s. “You’ve been running at full speed since the accident, haven’t you?”

“Pretty much.” Violet pushed open the heavy oak front door and led Maddie into the center hallway. The pale tiled floor gleamed in the fading light, and there were fresh flowers, as always, on the massive oak credenza against the side wall. The staircase swept upward to the second floor in front of them. Through the glass doors at the far back end of the hallway, solar lights cast a glow over the courtyard.

“I’m home,” Violet called as she always did when she entered the house. “Lupita, are you here?”

“Sí, sí, I’m coming.” Lupita emerged from the kitchen at the back of the house, wiping her hands on the apron she’d wrapped around her plump waist. “It’s about time you were getting home.” The tone was gently scolding and filled with love. “You must—”

Another step, and she had seen Maddie. She stopped, black eyes wide and questioning, and Violet thought she murmured a prayer in Spanish.

“Lupita, this is Maddie Wallace.” What else could she say?

Fortunately, there seemed no need. Lupita rushed to them and wrapped her arms around Violet, enfolding her in a loving hug. “So,” she said softly. “I was right. There was a sister.”

Violet pulled back, thoughts tumbling. “You knew I had a sister? Lupita, how could you keep this from me?”