A small box sits in my side table drawer. From time to time I open the drawer and think maybe I was a fool or letting myself fall for a student. Even one so similar to Stacey. Their resemblance is uncanny at times. My love for Cora is still with me, with every inhale the sigh of my failure leaves my body when I exhale.
My brother, Isaac told me to let her go. It's easier said than done. My brother's always had life easier than me. The woman he met in college is still breathing and giving him heirs. But my life has been one disaster after a curve ball, like the rinse and repeat one finds on shampoo bottles.
My brother has the perfect life. I on the other hand, inherited bad luck from our father, William Oakley. My father was attached to has first wife too, but like my Stacey, she too died
