LOGINHis hands tighten on the handlebars. Too fast. Too much. Greg slams the brakes just before the jump, the bike skidding slightly beneath him as he brings it to a sharp stop. He swings off quickly, letting the bike fall safely away from him before it could tip back. His helmet comes off in one swift m
Jen The following month arrives with a quiet sense of anticipation that neither Greg nor I can quite shake. On the surface, things have been getting better. Greg is stronger now, noticeably so. The splint is gone; the boot has been replaced with proper support, and his physical therapy sessions hav
AndreaI don’t text him right away. I wait until I feel the time is right. He will play by my rule now. That is my strength. Patience sharpened into something cruel. While Greg is trying to rebuild his body, inch by painful inch, I have been rebuilding something else entirely. Something colder. Som
Greg taps the pen against the page thoughtfully. “Matching hair dye?” I give him a look. “You are not touching my hair.” He grins. “Worth a shot.” We went back and forth, laughing, crossing things out, and adding new ones. Then, at the exact same moment. “Matching tattoos.” We both freeze. Then we
A week after my birthday, things finally begin to feel like they are moving forward instead of circling the same storm. Greg stands in the middle of the physical therapy room, rolling his wrist slowly, testing the movement. The splint was gone. The stiffness lingered, but it isn’t the same sharp, li
I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping my bag until I reached my apartment door, and my fingers ached when I loosened them. For a second, I just stand here. Breathing. Letting the cold air from outside fade, letting the adrenaline settle, though it doesn’t fully. It buzzes under my skin, sharp,
The rest of the morning, the three of us have been on the phone with multiple people. The family lawyer, a private investigator, Greg’s father Nick, Harvard’s Dean of Administration, and my boss at the Boston office. It feels unfair involving Greg with this, but as his own father said, he has his ow
Chase looks up at me after hearing that disgusting comment about us as Sav leans over his arm and reads the article. “You’re joking, right?” I shake my head, “Do they know that we are twins?”“They won’t care; this is defamation against me and our family name. That trash piece could ruin the rest of
“No, J, you’re wrong.” Did he just call me J? Greg is the only person to ever shorten my shortened name and the only person I have allowed to call me that. He has not called me J in years, even before that night he broke up with me over the phone. “It has always only ever been you. I may have been a
By the time we arrived at the arena, the minivan was already waiting for us with the doors open, helping us get on the road quicker. I am so grateful right now for this. When the driver spots us, he comes and helps with Greg, just as he told me to climb on in and get myself comfortable. It took the







