GOOD OR BAD, JUST TALK ABOUT ME

I probably shouldn’t have felt so much consideration for my mother, since my entire life she had treated me like Fred’s double—someone who existed only to cover up the wrong things he did.

I, Enrico Hunt, was born first. The older twin, by a matter of minutes. Frederico Hunt, the younger one, came out much smaller and struggling to breathe. He had to stay in the hospital for months because, due to his fragile health, he contracted a bacteria that was hard ...