Justin
My patience was wearing thin as I waited for Justine to return from the club. It was already past 10:30 in the morning. When I got home last night, the housekeeper said she'd been gone for hours.
I sat in the upstairs living area, eyes drifting to the gift box on the table beside me.
Justine wasn’t the type to be won over by flashy gestures, but I knew her well enough to pick out things she couldn’t resist. Inside the box was a pair of designer sunglasses she’d been eyeing, a high-end headset for her DJ sets, and a handwritten apology note. I wasn’t sure if she'd appreciate the last one, but I’d written it anyway.
It was rare for me to admit I was wrong, even rarer to write it down. But this wasn’t just anyone. She was my twin—one of the few people in the world who had always lo
