Nereus
"It'll go away; it's just a bug," she reassured me, sitting up and casually pushing her red hair behind her ear. I could tell I caught her off guard. As I continued to observe her, the more apparent it became that she wasn't pleased with my scrutiny.
Perched on the edge of her bed, I questioned, "If I can sense you're not telling the truth, how did you manage to fool Dad? We're twins, and our stories are supposed to align."
Diana crossed her arms and said, "I don't have a tell," which was what she always did when she knew I was right. If anything, she was being defiant.
"Sure, you don't," I remarked sarcastically, pointing to my ears. "Your raised eyebrow gives it away, and your heartbeat is racing. I can practically hear it." She rolled her eyes, a clear sign that she was conte
