LEONE'S POV

There are things you bury because they hurt.

And there are things you bury because you're afraid they might crawl back out.

I’m not sure which one Lorenzo was.

He was my brother. My blood. My shadow. We were born two years apart, inseparable in the way only siblings in chaos can be. He smiled with his whole face, but his eyes? Always searching. Always watching.

The night he disappeared, it rained like the sky was mourning.

They told me it was an accident.

He’d ...