Gio
I spotted her straight away, even sat in the middle of her lookalikes. My brother’s hands clutched at her shoulders; shame washed over me. It was like looking at every mistake I had ever made. These women had done nothing wrong but look like the woman I actually wanted. I had used them, moulded them to how I wanted them to act and dressed them like dolls.
They were my Keeleys. Cheap imitations that never really made me happy. There was only one woman who would ever be able to do that, and she sat within my brother’s clutches.
I tore my eyes away from her, schooling my face into one of indifference as I gazed around. The last thing I needed was for him to realise how much she meant to me. But a part of me knew it was already hopeless, deep down I knew that. I had come the moment Mons
