Moe must have thought Jane Sterling was a truly good person, because he gradually started to talk more.
He recounted his experiences in great detail.
Jane Sterling's brow furrowed slightly as she listened.
'Brother?'
'The brother he's talking about... it couldn't be that little boy I saw at the courier station, could it?'
"What does your brother look like? Does he look like you?"
Jane asked Moe tentatively, still uncertain.
Moe blinked his big, innocent eyes and said,
"He's not my real brother. We were both found and brought to the orphanage at the same time, and we grew up together. That's why I think of him as my big brother, and he thinks of me as his little brother."
"We don't look alike at all. My brother is about my height, his hair is shorter than mine, and his eyes are bigger. But he has a small mole on the tip of his nose."
Moe said, blinking up at her.
"Miss, have you seen my brother? What happened to him? Is he still alive?"
'A mole on the tip of his nose...'
