They Loved the Wrong Son
Language: en
It had been exactly six years since my younger brother and his fiancée passed away. I was standing by the door, putting on my coat, ready to bring fresh flowers to their graves. That was when my mother called out from the hallway, stopping me dead in my tracks. "Tedd, don't go," she said, her voice completely flat. "They aren't dead." My entire body went rigid. I turned around, staring at her in absolute disbelief. Right at that moment, two silhouettes stepped out of my brother's old bedroom. It was Finn and Rachel. Finn had a smug, mocking smirk plastered across his face. He nudged…