The Brother Who Never Existed
For several seconds, nobody spoke.
The room was silent except for the distant hum of traffic beyond the glass walls.
Steve stared at the man standing before him.
The man who shared his face.
His blood.
His history.
His pain.
The only family he had ever truly loved.
Stanley.
The brother the world believed had died twenty-five years ago.
The brother he almost lost forever.
The brother he was now about to leave behind.
A smile spread across Stanley's face.
The same smile.
The same eyes.
The same features.
Looking at him was like staring into a mirror.
Only Stanley looked angrier.
He always did.
"You're late," Steve said.
Stanley dropped into a chair.
"You're dying."
Steve sighed.
"Hello to
