“The mistake both of you made was loving each other. I was always left out whenever Paolo and Valentina decided the world belonged only to them. When little Valentina and 'Paolo' literally bounced everywhere together, causing mischief and driving Mother crazy—though she was happy—I was calmer than either of you.”
I force my mind to remember, but it feels as though those days never existed.
Except my body seems to recognize the truth.
I've heard of body memory before, how consciousness cannot always access it until something awakens it.
Yet it feels more like a trick of my own mind than recognition.
It simply feels impossible.
“That's a lie,” I say, my eyes filling with tears though none fall.
“Dante couldn't have stolen that much from us. Paolo was always like that. Cruel. Repulsive
