The mute twin. The strange brother. The broken one. I'd been called so many names over the years. None of them mattered. My mirror cared more than I did. But he never treated me as less. None of them did. My brothers were the Vandals. They didn't always understand, but they never judged and they always had my back. I would always have theirs. They were my life until Starling came to us. Quiet. Hurt. Broken. Those words were tossed around along with stubborn, fierce, impossible, and beautiful. I'd studied her from afar for years, but to have her close changed everything. Trust. Acceptance. Understanding. She colored in all my missing pieces. My other half needed her too. We all did. She fought her way back to us, continues to fight to stay, and more she fights for us. She belongs. My name is Rome Cleary. Starling is ours. She has always been a part of us, even when she didn't know our names. We will always come for our own.