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Francis and Florian 

My brother Flory and I have always been close. We always looked out for each other and took comfort in being near one another. Our mother’s stories of how we soothed and loved each other from the day we were born, bonded us through our childhood, allowing us to love each other freely. 

When we turned nine years old, everything changed. Our mum brought a stranger into our home, and everything that was good and sweet and right, turned wrong. 

Except us. 

They tried to make us weaker, setting us on different paths as we hit adolescence. It changed us both, but our connection made us stronger as we entered into adulthood. 

I was absolutely sure we didn’t need anyone else, that when we finally made our break from these horrible people, after years of planning, we would be okay, and be better on our own…but things don’t always turn out the way you plan. 

Do we trust for the first time in our lives? Or keep running? 

Oxley and Oakley 

We’d long ago accepted who we were, it didn’t come without angst or worry, or without a big conundrum to work through. We were both caregiving Daddies. We both had a lot of love to give, and the desire and need to care and dote, had the potential to drive us apart or drown us. So, we threw ourselves into building our separate businesses, making enough money to provide us with the privacy and security we needed. 

But neither of us gave up the dream of more, even though we could never actively seek it. 

Our busy lives bring us to a decision, to take on a domestic cleaner, but we get much more than clean mugs for our morning brew, we get more than we ever dreamed of. 

Can we convince them to stop running and hide with us?