RIO
There they stood. The Carver family. My family.
I stood there in absolute silence for who knows how long, quietly assessing them and detailing their features.
I looked so much like them all.
I had Lucy Carver's face. I didn’t think of it earlier. I mean, why would you notice your facial similarities to a parent's friend? You wouldn’t, but knowing the truth now, it was glaringly loud before me at that moment.
I had Sam Carver’s hair and eyes. I seemed to be the perfect blend of them both, all mashed together.
There were three teenage boys, practically identical. They had the slightest of differences. Kaden was slightly shorter, by two inches, but his shoulders were broader than the other two. He had a freckle on the side of his sloped nose that the other two did not have.
The tri
