Lewis

One hour later…

I reach out to brush blades of grass off the base of Carter’s headstone. There’s something eerie about looking at the grave of an identical twin. In some ways, I feel I’m looking at my own grave. Our bond is closer than ordinary brothers, even from the grave.

“I never know how to begin our conversations nowadays,” I confess, unshed tears clogging my throat and burning my sinuses. “It’d be so much easier if you’d speak to me.” I ...