“You are Colson’s brother?”
My mind was reeling. How did I work with that man and not do more research?
Probably because I was blinded by Brielle. The beauty in the photo. My newest job and first true obsession.
Fuck. I royally screwed up on that one. I had all of the tools at the tips of my fingers, and I didn’t research his life like I had everyone else.
“The only difference is the color of our eyes,” Amber chuckled, though it was void of humor.
He did, in fact, look like a literal replica of Colson, outside of a scar on his jaw bone. His brother was missing an eye alltogehter, but I can imagine before Brielle’s mother clawed his face, they looked like twins.
The more I focused on his face, the more my head pounded. Amber’s face quickly turned into two as the dizziness
