Around three years ago, I was looking through the attic trying to find something (I honestly can't remember what for now). Anyway, I found this letter from this man talking about how much he missed my mother and couldn't wait to see his son if he ever got the chance. I stood there in a state of shock. After a couple of seconds, I found the courage to read further. It was only near the end of the letter that I realised he was talking about my brother. By that point, I had assumed it was my Dad and it was just a letter he had sent when he was away at work or something. However, the letter was signed with a name I had never heard of. 'So, does this mean our Dad is not his biological Dad?', I thought to myself. It must. Out of curiosity, I researched the name on the Internet, and I have never been so shocked in all my life. This man was a serial killer. There were countless articles about how he had been convicted of murdering several prostitues merely for fun. He had been sentenced to life in prison just before my brother was born. When I asked my mother about it, she told me that she was in an abusive relationship with this man, and had broken up several months prior. She said she knew there was something weird about him. Needless to say, we have never discussed it again, and my brother is non-the-wiser.
So, I guess it's more my mothers secret than it is mine.
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My only real life 'secret' is that I'm gay. 
