The Surviving Twin

ian Thorne, my mentor, as he cl

e a slap, as he casually dismissed my contributions,

earing pain tore through me, and I coll

by my side, only to hear his chilling

alling our lost child a mere "complicati

me a "once-in-a-generation talent," had bec

ed: a twin, a tiny flicker of life, had survived t

cation" he thought he' d eliminated, igni

rotect the life still fighting inside me, a

o the vast unknown, armed with a new name and a burning prom