Adam's mother, not his real mother, cleaning his wounds. Inflicted by his brother Charles in a rage that his father loved Adam more. And his mother speaks of Adam's never ending love for his brother. The brother that beat him. The brother that pitied him with love in his superior strength. And yet their father loved Adam more. More than the strong perfect son. And the ache of the mother, believing that she 'knows' Charles because of his secret gifts. And she stares at Charles' face for a betrayal of those gifts. The ache.
I only retell because it spills from my fingers, I cannot get enough.
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