Fin hesitated, turning on the light. He stood at the threshold of Gus’s childhood bedroom. It was stately, dark and lacked any sense of the boy and man that once called it home. There were no posters or art on the walls. The color was neutral and nothing was out of place.
Fin frowned. He was already embarrassed enough that he had to ask the staff where his brother’s room was. More disturbing was the fact very few seemed to know the answer. They were twins, but while Fin’s room was close to their parents’, Gus’s room was almost in another wing. It was shuffled off to the side and forgotten. Had it always been there? Why?
He vaguely recalled complaining to his parents that his own room was too dark and far away when he had a nightmare. His parents moved him closer, but did they not move
