rn for my well-being and for "his brother's child." He'd bring me tea, offer to take me to prenatal appointments, his face a m

art. I let him see my

e way Ethan always had, I looked into his eyes, those eyes I once loved, and asked, my voice tremb

Sarah," he sighed, squeezing my hand. "I wish I were. I wish I could bring him back for you

i

it often coincided with a "critical" doctor's visit for Izzy, or a day when she was feeling "particularly weak

speak of Ethan in hushed, reverent tones, of their deep spiritual connection, of how she was helping "Marcus" cope with his brother's loss. Sh

my arm, a touch that felt like a spider's caress. "Carrying Ethan's

s felt deliber

nvelope with a USB drive inside, addressed to me at th

n after. There was no sound, but the images were brutally explicit, a raw, animalistic passion that I had never experienced with Ethan. He had been a considerate lover, atte

ruelty, designed to inflict