Raphael
“Why did you do that?”
I looked at my brother sitting on the other side of the couch, his fingers wrapped around a glass of scotch as he stared at me, waiting for the answer. In a black t-shirt and loose jeans he looked right at home and this carefree life of just being a husband and a new father suited him. Unlike me, he looked happy. He was living a life that once upon a time I had wanted.
“I didn’t have a choice.” I answered at last.
“You didn’t have a choice.” He repeated my words. His blue eyes as same as mine but darker seemed to know more than I was answering. “You know those were the men under my control but they are also men who served me and still longed for my position. And you told them all, in a not so subtle way that she was yours. That Amelie Sinclair was under y
