JORY I don’t tell my story for a reason. It’s not because I’m ashamed of my actions at the time, but because deep down, I still blame myself for it, when really, it was our parent’s fault. Of course, they would never accept the blame, so being the only one there at the time, the blame falls to me. I still don’t know how he knew I was there doing the deal, but he did, and that was the last day that I ever got to see my twin brother. “What do you mean, you killed your twin brother?” Aria asks, concern written all over her face but it’s not her accusing me or being afraid of me. No, she’s thinking of me, thinking how I’m probably beating myself up over it, and she would be right. “I didn’t pull the trigger myself, but I might as well have.” The image of the bullet going straight through his forehead that day replays in my head every day, even seven years later. The only thing that I was thankful for is that he didn’t suffer. “Will you start from the beginning, Jory? Make m
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