Iyan's Pov
I could not believe she was here right in front of me, with a different face i had never seen before, and yet, it seemed so familiar, she still reminded me of her...
I remember exactly 6 years ago when i had opened that door and had seen Yvonne, the shock and bewilderment I had experienced, the joy of seeing her back, of being lucky enough that the universe had understood my longing and pain for her and returned her to me, except for the fact that Yvonne wasn't her, she looked just exactly like her.
Even my classy parents were ashamed to call me their son because I was not like Scott-my step-brother. Scott was the younger one; his mom Parmela, an Italian woman and my father had had an affair for too long- of course it would have stayed that way: hidden- if Parmela had not met
