Him.

Sebastian.

The particular quiet of him, the way he listened, the steadiness that was so unlike his brother’s brightness.

I found that I missed the man I believed Sebastian to be, and the missing was its own kind of answer, and after a long time I went to him and said so.

I thought, when I did, that I had finally learned to tell the two brothers apart in my own heart.

It is one of the bitterest ironies of my life that I said yes to the marriage in the very moment I believed I had stopped confusing the living man with the dead one, when in fact I was about to marry the dead one under the living one’s name.