Bitter are the wars between brothers.
~A Latin Proverb~
Freddie
The weather had been dreadful in the last few hours, raining heavily, water running on the ground as if it was a small stream. I watched all this from my bedroom window, closeted, an afghan wrapped around my body, yet I still felt cold.
It was so cold my body kept on shivering, my teeth chattering until I felt as if I would collapse out of fatigue. No one was around to light the fire; she'd gone, disappeared in the world, taking my son with her.
Maybe the gods were angry, I contemplated, still watching the rain, a thunderstorm roared followed by lightning bolting across the sky.
It was convenient for the rain to show up this much the day I found out my brother might be alive.
I was still in denial about it. My father ha
