My watch on my brother’s wrist.

My jacket on his shoulders.

They were not hiding any of it.

That was the part that should have told me everything immediately: they wore the spoils openly, in front of me, the day I came home, because they were so certain of their victory that it did not occur to them to be careful.

A guilty man hides what he’s taken.

Torsten wore it to greet me at the door.