Because my twin brother, Silas, had been sickly from the day he was born, my parents always favored him.On our birthday, they'd buy two cakes, but Silas blew out the candles on both of them, and Silas cut both of them too.My parents would crowd around him, put the party hat on his head, and sing "Happy Birthday" to him... while I sat off to the side like a stranger who didn't matter.It wasn't just my parents. Even Corinne Devereux—my childhood sweetheart, the girl our families had always planned for me to marry—paid special attention to Silas.At school, she'd bring him lunch, take notes for him, and tutor him. And whenever Silas felt unwell and went to lie down in the nurse's office, Corinne, who never skipped class, would walk right out of the classroom just to keep him company.Sometimes I got jealous and asked her why she was so good to him.She'd always smile. "Because he's your brother. You two look exactly alike. Taking care of him is just part of loving you."But Cori
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