Ethan

Rowan’s chestnut hair was falling around his face, casting long shadows over our sharp, shared features. Looking at him was almost like looking in a mirror sometimes but with lighter, wavier hair. He had my build and my height, and there had been times when someone had approached him from behind, thinking it was me, and vice versa.

But he had his mother’s emotionally driven personality. He was sensitive, shy, and somewhat boyish in demeanor. I had hoped ...