TORN BETWEEN THE THREE
Is this really happening or did my mind just conjure this up?
This cannot be happening, my brother cannot be standing here in front of me because my brother Maximus is dead! He is gone!
Maximus died a few years after we were born, he died the year we turned seven, on a December morning in our country side home. He died on his horse, on his way home from riding in the hilly country side.
Maximum is dead, his body lays in the family's grave yard next to our other ancestors.
There is no way that he is standing here, right now.