James sighed deeply, looking at the photograph for a moment before beginning. “John and I were only four when our parents died in a car accident. We had no other family, so we were placed in an orphanage. For a while, we were each other’s only family, our bond the only constant in our young lives.”
He paused, a distant look in his eyes as he recalled those early years. “We were inseparable back then. Even in the worst situations, we had each other. But when we were about ten, the orphanage decided to place us in the foster system. That’s when things started to change. We ended up in different homes, and despite our best efforts, we never got placed together and lost touch.”