Finnegan
I couldn't stop staring at the screen. I tried to, but the image before me kept replaying over and over.
Devin was alive. Devin was…alive?
My twin brother threw his head back, eyes glinting in the camera as he stood next to my mother, shaking hands with Richard Saxon.
I shut my eyes tightly for a second to fight off the sudden headache splitting my skull.How the hell was he alive? We had mourned him for fifteen years. Fifteen solid years.
My mother made sure to cry her eyes out at every bloody memorial we held for him every single year; it was practically the most important day in the world for my family.
And there he was in the grainy footage, shaking hands, signing documents, laughing with my mother like they hadn't been lying to me all along. His face was unmistakable.
We pretty much had the same jawline, the same build, but I would know that arrogant tilt of the head any fucking time.
