“I cheated on him, too.” She shrugs. “It’s like I can’t do anything right. Drago saved the wrong sister.”
“What do you mean?”
Tara closes her eyes. “When the bomb went off in our home, Drago was downstairs. My twin sister and I were sleeping in our bedroom, which was on the second floor.”
I suck in a breath. Her twin?
“Drago got hurt during the blast, but still managed to get to us, even with the fire raging all around,” Tara continues, her voice shaking. “He couldn’t carry us both at the same time, though. I remember I was screaming, which is probably why he took me out first. Then, he went back inside for Dina.”
“What happened?” I ask, trying to suppress the tears, and failing.
“We had a large propane tank just outside, used for our gas stove. Once the fire from the initial b
