I promised my brother we would always be connected. No matter what. But the day we were separated, I couldn’t keep my promise. I screamed, begging the guards to keep us together. They didn’t listen to my pleas, though; they didn’t even seem to notice. They weren’t the slightest bit concerned, I realized, horrified. They were gleeful. The thrill of separating siblings, of tearing lives apart, was making them happy. And not one person was going to stop this.