Chapter 4

I moved my hand away from Derek’s and

reached for Wyn’s. His grasp was faster and he pumped my hand a few

times with the shake.

“We’re twins,” Wyn said.

I looked them over, and it only took me a

second to realize that he was right.

“So you must be the jam packed Land Rover

pulled up out front,” Derek said.

I continued looking at them and somehow

realized then that I would never have any trouble telling them

apart.

“Yeah, that’s mine,” I said. “It was my

mom’s.”

“Oh, she get sick of it?” Wyn asked.

“Um, no.” I paused. “She died.”

“Oh, shit. I mean, I’m sorry,” Wyn said.

Derek looked at him, and then said,

“Sometimes, we don’t think.”

“It’s fine. People never know what to say. I

never know what to say when people ask about her. It was only about

a year ago, so I just keep busy and do what I need to. I’ve heard

busy is the best, and eventually you wake up one day and realize

you’re more healed than you ever thought you would be.”