Thank God they weren’t heading back to the Blackwood Estate. That’s the only silver lining. I didn’t need Drew’s smug, annoying face anywhere near my personal hellscape or his mother’s.
The last time I saw him was right after Nadia’s funeral and I promised myself then I wouldn’t grace his infuriating presence ever again.
I hated that family.
All of them.
And the fact that he had something going on with Beatrice, my twin, my mirror, my stranger made my skin crawl.
Who was she really?
Because honestly, if you have a husband like Alex and still find time to roll around with his good-for-nothing stepbrother? You deserve your own Lifetime crime special.
And then it hit me.
I didn’t even ask the name of my other sibling. The one that doesn’t look like me.
What kind of person am I?
Afte
