Later that week, Megan sat in her office looking up research on a rare disease one of their victims tested positive for, when Ethan knocked timidly as he entered.

"Yes," she absently responded, keeping her eyes on the screen.

"Uh, Dr. Hunt, there's someone here to see you."

Megan looked up into the face of a woman who looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn't place where she knew her from. Dressed casually in jeans and a trench, the woman smiled at her curiously.

"You are?"

"Evelyn Wilde," Ethan answered for the woman.

Megan continued to look at her quizzically as Evelyn turned back to Ethan.

"Would you mind?" she asked politely.

"Sure," he apologized. "I'll be out here if you need anything."

Megan nodded and motioned for him to close the door.

"What can I do for you Ms. Wilde?"

"You can call me Evelyn," she continued to smile faintly, taking a seat across from her. Now it was her turn to stare at Megan's face. She appeared to be studying it.

"Evelyn. Do we… know each other?"

Evelyn kept smiling, even as she played with the cuffs of her jacket nervously.

"I don't know how else to say this, so I'm just going to say it," she sighed. "We're sisters."

Megan's heart did a back flip in her chest. She laughed awkwardly, immediately running through the possibilities, the most favorable and least likely of which was that this was some kind of joke Ethan and Curtis had concocted.

"I beg your pardon. How do you…"

"Your father had an affair with my mother in 1974."

Megan felt the bile rising in her chest, threatening to fill her throat. There were no tears, not yet, though the year 1974—the year of her father's alleged suicide—hit her eardrums like cinder blocks.

"My father died in 1974."

"I know. I read about it. Mom tried to keep his identity a secret. I didn't try to search out of respect for her, but right before she died last year, I asked again and she told me. Since then I've been doing my research and finally decided I should come and meet you."

Megan's temples were throbbing. "So you're sure?"

"Positive. I'd be happy to get a DNA test to prove it, but looking at you I'd say it's pretty obvious."

Megan couldn't help but laugh again, even as her eyes welled up. It was stunning how alike they looked, the familiarity she saw when Evelyn walked through the door now a clear reflection.

"Are you okay?" Evelyn asked.

"Yeah," Megan sniffed. "Sorry, this is just..."

"Crazy? I know. And I'm not here to ask you for anything or make your life harder in any way," Evelyn assured. "I just wanted to let you know that I exist, and should you ever want to get together, share stories maybe, I'd like to know more about our dad. And you."

Megan glanced at the manila envelope on the other side of her desk, partially hidden under a stack of medical books. Either the universe had brilliant and miraculous ways of bringing everything together, or this was one of the greatest coincidences of all time. Until this moment, she had little to no reason to believe there was any kind of turmoil going on in her father's life that would have led him to kill himself. Now, nothing seemed certain.

"I don't want to keep you," Evelyn interrupted her thoughts. "I'll just leave my information. Give me a call sometime, when you're ready."

"Thanks," Megan responded in a daze as she took the card from her sister's hand.

The brunette turned the leave, but before she could, Megan was compelled to ask one more question.

"Evelyn?"

"Yes?"

"Did your mother give you any details about their relationship?"

"Not much," Evelyn smiled sadly. "Just that she loved him."

Megan nodded.

"I'll be in touch."