Two Souls Entwined - A Sanders Sides Story
"Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus!" Our mother used to sing when she'd scoop us up into her arms like we were a gift from the heavens. She'd swing us through the air, when we were still small enough for her to. She used to nuzzle her nose against ours and coo. "My boys." Now, when we help make dinner, Dad only asks: "...