Pen Name Thief
Language: en
I was twenty-eight and single. My parents were desperate, so they called in my married brother, Lucas, to share his secret to finding a wife. "It was pure luck," he laughed. "No one would believe Victoria and I were pen pals in the 21st century." Useless advice. I went back to my minimum-wage grind until I cleaned the attic that weekend. Deep in a dusty closet, I found a heavy box of letters Lucas and Victoria wrote as teens. He used the pen name Atlas; she was Aurora. The handwriting was bold and free-spirited. I froze. Atlas was mypen name. Trembling, I dumped the box. Every letter…