“Married?” Yanz growls. “To him? I won’t allow it. I can’t confess. The truth is forbidden. So I push him away.”
“Aren’t you happy for me, brother?” I say with a sly tone, hiding my excitement.
Yanz presses his fists against the door on both sides of my head. Close. But he doesn’t touch. Never touches. Except for one night we forbid ourselves to remember. You can’t…
“Let go!”
“Why?” he whispers, disappointed. “Why now, when I’ve finally figured out who we are to each other…”
“Rich relatives dropped us, me and my sister, into an orphanage. Years later I found this family. And I accidentally fell in love with the person I shouldn’t even think about.”