Sonya
Alan’s expression remained thunderous, his eyes fixed on me like he was trying to peel back my skin and read the truth beneath it.
The fury in his gaze hadn’t faded entirely, but it had dulled just slightly and that small shift made my heart flutter with relief.
He was hesitating.
He was considering it.
And in that hesitation, I saw my window.
I took a careful breath, schooling my features into one of calm remorse and subtle heartbreak.
I knew what I had to do.
I had spun a web, and now I had to weave it tight enough that even someone as sharp as Alan wouldn’t see through it.
He stepped closer, his voice rough, thick with disbelief. “You’re saying Sonya is your… twin?”
I nodded slowly, with just the right amount of sadness and shame in my eyes. “Yes.”
Alan’s brow furrow
