Recently, Jadey Gressi died. You were one of her siblings. What you didn’t know was that at eighteen, Jadey had a son. Robby. She gave him up at birth.

Before Jadey died, she wrote Robby a letter telling him who she was. Now, Robby is going around meeting his family.

You and Robby sat in a restaurant. Robby nervously stirred his drink. “So,” he began. “I’m your nephew. How do you feel about that?”