Carlos DeLuca

The afternoon breeze is warm against my arm, the sunlight seeps through my skin but nothing compares to the discomfort I am battling in front of the gravestone of my twin brother.

My stomach twists, those memories flash in the forefront of my mind, doing their job to haunt me.

“I didn't know you had a twin” Sofia whispers, unsure of what to do or say. I know this situation is awkward and uncalled for but this is the only way I can let her have a glimpse of the mess in my ...