My Broken Life

My name is Ryan Thorne. I was sitting on the cold hospital floor, cradling my son Leo' s lifeless body.

He was gone.

Killed by a monstrous "therapy" in a sensory deprivation tank.

His wide, terrified eyes stared blankly, a permanent mask of horror.

On the TV screen, my ex-fiancée, Sophia Hayes, was marrying a man who looked exactly like me: Ryan Thorne.

But he wasn't me. He was the imposter, the man Sophia told me was my brother.

A searing pain shot through my head, not from the forgotten car crash, but from memories flooding back.

My name isn't Ethan Miller. It's Ryan Thorne. The real Ryan Thorne.

The man on that screen had stolen my name, my face, my entire life.

Five years ago, after the crash, Sophia convinced me I was "Ethan Miller," an architect who needed a kidney.

She pointed to the imposter, my long-lost brother, a perfect match for my supposed kidney failure.

I gave him my kidney, my identity, my inheritance. Everything.