The Other Half of Augusta Hope

When I saw those tally marks, I put my arms around him. I was taller than him, and his face fell into my chest.

It made me cry to feel him crying.

To feel his feelings and not be able to change them.

Three years since Claude died – and what it must be to lose a twin.

I couldn’t bear to remember the sight of Claude in the corner of the burnt hut.

Three months since the girls disappeared, and no one had seen a sign of them since.