"
Stephen studied him, both stirred and bewildered. "Who are
you?"
Michael, too, hesitated at the truth. It could forge a bond between
them, or destroy everything.
... "I am Michael Scott. Another man lies in my grave."
Stunned silence.
"Then it's true!
You are in love with her."
"Yes, and I have been for most of my life. But it's not something
sordid, Stephen, whatever you've been told, or your fears may imagine.
I've watched her grow from a child. I've dried her fatherless tears.
I've loved her in silence, as a brother and a friend. And never, until
a few days ago, did I tell her all that was in my heart.
"She loves me too, Stephen. If ever two people were meant to be
together, it is she and I..... I have asked her to marry me, and she's
consented."
Stephen walked away to control himself, as bitter jealousy burned
through him. The thought of her with anyone
was more than he could bear. He whirled, his face flushed and
distorted.
But anger was soon drowned in despair. Because the truth had finally
come to him: he was in love with his sister, whom he could never have.
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