Playing the Long Game: A Twin's Revenge
ler, and I was murde
eath that stretched over ten years, startin
ways the
other young and hard-faced, came to our town. They promi
tem," he called it. A voice in his head offered h
n't he
he back of their van, the world turning into a dizzying blur.
sol
alists who bought me to be a future husband for their non-verbal daughter, Molly. For a d
f our parents, who, relieved to have their "difficult"
, a broken, scarred young man, Ethan u
victim. He had a forged diary ready, filled with entries detail
ked at me, their real son, with fear and di
d to have m
spital for everyone's safety. The final betrayal shattered the last piece of me. That n
maybe the devil, ga
with the smell of frying bacon from our family
again. Mama Rose, the old trafficker, was smil
I didn't
nd out the door, p
y best naive expression, the one our pa
s lit up, seeing
orn. He knew what was at stake. He shove
o the women, his voice a little too high. "I'm the
et me get the System. He had to
him to the van, Ethan leaned in close to me,
hink you can steal my p
st s
own fate, and I was going to make sure
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