Finnegan
"Uncle Devin look so much like you,Dad." Angel murmured beside me, staring at the huge picture of my twin brother on the memorial stand.
It was quite disorienting looking at your own face on someone dead.
Devin's eyes stared back at mine from the frame. He was wearing a black suit that framed his build. His eyes crinkled at the corners with mischief, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Did you two ever pretend to be each other growing up?" Angel asked, peeking up at me through the black bonnet covering her hair.
"Yeah," I murmured, a sad smile tugging at her lips.
Across the room, Mother was on her knees before Devin's epithet, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. Apparently, fifteen years did nothing to dull her grief of losing him.
Victoria knelt beside her, burying her face in Mother's neck, holding her. Their black dresses pooled around them like some infinite black hole that only surrendered and caved to Devin.
