She chose the one who showed up. She didn't know the other one had been there first.
When Sophia ends an eight-month relationship, she feels something unexpected not grief, but relief. And underneath that, something she's been carefully avoiding for eight months: the memory of a man she met once at a Chelsea gallery, for exactly twenty-three minutes, who noticed the drainage detail on a photograph that everyone else walked past.
She never got his name. Except she did. And then life moved on or at least, she let it.
The Wrong Brother is a slow-burn literary romance set in New York City about timing, patience, and the particular courage it takes to stop managing your feelings from a careful distance and actually walk toward something good.
For readers who love quiet tension over loud drama. For anyone who has ever filed something under pleasant things that don't go anywhere and been wrong.
