Dimitri
I watched Enos wide back as he retreated from the bar. My wife’s unconscious form firmly in his arms. A car drew up to the kerb with a screech of tyres. It was only when the car peeled away, taking the only good thing in my life away to safety did I finally tear my eyes away.
Slowly I fell back into the stool and met my brothers eyes.
There was so much hatred in them but then that wasn’t a surprise. Ivan had always hated me. I was a constant reminder of the fact that our father had left his mother for mine. It was more than that though. One look at his face told me that. Ivan was jealous of me.
He had always been jealous of me. when and why, it had started I didn’t know but I could guess. I was everything Ivan wasn’t. Handsome, clever, and dedicated. Women liked me; I didn’t
