Raine
“The image of.” Philip laughs in answer to my question. And even though I don't look at him, I smile.
I like the thought of my little brother looking like me. I always wished I could look like someone. I never questioned why I didn't look like my adoptive siblings. I just thought maybe I looked like them when they were younger.
“When did they tell you that I'd passed away?” The look in Alix's eyes. The sheer pain of what hearing those words must have done to her. Jesus Christ, it cuts me to shreds inside. “I'm sorry, Alixde, I didn't mean to upset you.”
She shakes her head and waves my apology away. “It's okay, sweetheart.” She takes a deep breath before continuing.
My eyes catch Benton's for a moment. He winks at me and smiles encouragingly. I smile at him and turn my attenti
