The blonde smiled at Leah. Her eyes were hazel, not misty blue like Leah’s own eyes. But her face shape, height, and body type were all very similar to Leah’s.

“This is my sister,” Sophie told Leah.

“Nice to meet you,” Abigail said.

“You too.”

“And these,” Sophie continued, “are our parents, Jonathan and Trina.”

Her pulse darted into a sprint. Was there an alarm buried within parents that enabled them to recognize their child even if they didn’t know the child existed?

Jonathan and Trina shared parting words with the couple they’d been greeting, then faced Leah.

“This is Leah, a first-time visitor,” Sophie said to them.

“Thanks for joining us,” Trina said warmly.

“I just met your daughters.” Leah motioned toward Sophie and Abigail. “Do you have other children?”

“No, these two keep us on our toes.” Trina made a wry sound of amusement. “Do you live nearby, Leah?”

“A few hours away, actually. I’m just in town for the day.”

The opening notes of another worship song began. Jonathan gave Leah a polite nod before facing the stage.

No! She’d had so little time.

“Whenever you’re back in town, please stop by again,” Trina said.

“I’d like that.”

Trina swiveled to the front.

Trina exuded an elegant yet friendly vibe. Jonathan’s demeanor struck Leah as reserved, proper.

They had not recognized her.

Was she relieved or sorry?

More relieved than sorry. Her highest hope for today had simply been to see Jonathan and Trina. Meeting them had been a boon. The disappointment sifting through her was due only to the fact that their exchange had been so brief.

Be grateful, she told herself, resuming her fake singing. Jonathan and Trina had led her to Sophie, Logan, and Abigail. She’d learned things she hadn’t been able to learn in weeks of investigation. She’d learned that the Brooksides had two children, both daughters. She’d learned what her father and sister looked like. What their voices sounded like. Their manner.

Sitting side by side on the pew before her, they formed a clear family unit. She could sense the long history, ease, and affection between them. They probably had no idea that Sophie was not their biological child.

Should Leah tell them at some point that she and Sophie had been switched at birth?

A case could be made that she had that right. If she divulged the truth, she might gain a family, and they might gain a daughter.

But wouldn’t inserting herself into their lives be like thrusting herself, uninvited, between them on that pew? If she did so, she’d probably fracture their close-knit, familiar status quo.

She might also fracture the close-knit, familiar status quo she shared with Dylan, because if she came clean to the Brooksides about her identity, then Sophie would no doubt want a place in Dylan’s life.