CALISTA'S P.O.V
The bathroom tiles were the color of washed-out plum, and I stared at them longer than I needed to, like I was planning to commit every detail, every faded color and crack to memory.
I heard a sob somewhere, loud and sad. I didn't even know if it was mine or Aunt Lena's. Another followed almost immediately, shaking my shoulder with it—Yep, it was mine.
I reached to touch my face with cold, numb fingers. So this was what an out of body experience felt like. I couldn't feel myself, I didn't know myself.
The mirror above the sink was fogged with steam, I wiped it clean, but even when I did, my reflection still looked foreign.
A brother.
I had a brother.
Had my whole life been a lie? Who was I?
I let the scalding hot water run over my skin, bruising me red. My mind was
