That day, I deleted every single one of Charles' contacts. I wanted a clean break—to stop myself from doing something I'd regret when I lost control of my emotions.
Charles showed up at my door, his eyes bloodshot as he confronted me. "Were you good to me, were you with me all just because I look like your dead boyfriend? Answer me. Is that true?"
I nodded. "It is. I'm sorry, but you're with me for the same reason—I look like your ex. So I don't owe you anything."
Charles asked, "Brenda, do you know how Howard and I are related?"
My eyes widened in shock. I had never heard Howard mention any family.
"He's my elder brother," Charles said.
I could not believe what I was hearing. I pressed Charles repeatedly, desperate to confirm it was a lie. "That's impossible. It can't be true. You t
