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Matías isn’t nearly as tall or built as JC, his frame is more on the slender side, but he’s almost the perfect combination of our parents. Like me, his hair is the same mahogany our mama had. The red-laced brown is one of my favorite features, and I lovethat I share it not just with my mama but with my brother. I can’t see his eyes in the video, but I know he shares Papa’s gray eyes.
He’s softer where JC is all sharp lines like Papa.
I wonder what they’re like now.
Are they good men like Papa?
Or has Fabian poisoned them and turned them into monsters like him?
I really hope it’s the former. It would break my heart if they’ve become anything like Fabian.
I shake my head and resume the video.
It doesn’t do me any good to think about these things. Especially when I might never know the answers.
I’m the one who left my brothers behind. It’s my fault I don’t know them.
No, that’s not right.
It’s Fabian’s fault I don’t know them, but it was my choice to leave.
When Fabian appears on the video for the first time, I almost send my laptop flying into the wall. I knew I’d have to see his face again, but it just sends feral anger rushing through me.
I’ve never hated anyone in my life more than him—not even Gideon.
At least with Gideon, it wasn’t personal. Although I guess we made it personal in the end, didn’t we?
Watching video footage is monotonous and more than a little boring, but the next thing I know, it’s after one o’clock.
I stretch, deciding I should probably head for bed. It’s not like the footage won’t be here tomorrow.
And if I wait until tomorrow, I bet I can convince Prescott to comb through it with me.
I’m just about to close my laptop when something catches my eye.
I rewind the video, watching as the drone zooms in on someone who’s just stepped out of the house.
He’s pacing back and forth with his phone pressed to his ear.
I tilt my head to the side, trying to figure out why this caught my attention.
There’s something familiar about how the man carries himself—about his gait.
I’ve seen it before. I just can’t figure out where I know it from.
Until he turns to face the camera, and I drop the laptop.
It tumbles off the couch and hits the floor, while I blink rapidly.
The room spins around me as I fight a sudden bout of nausea.
I can’t seem to catch my breath as fire runs up and down my body.
I swallow around a suddenly dry mouth, trying to understand what I just saw.
There’s no way I saw what I think I just saw.
I don’t know how long I sit there, waiting for my mind and body to stop freaking out. Eventually, I reach down to grab the laptop, wincing when I see a crack on the screen.
