Watchtower

Anxious

Destia Jayden: February 22nd,20XX

Tillo’s dark eyes bore into my back as I balanced the three trays of food and brought them back to the table, but I tried not to let it bother me. From the little information I’d gleaned from Joyce, it made sense that they would be cautious around me.

“Here, let me help you.”

Kaja bounced up and grabbed two of the three trays of fries from me, then ran back to the table.

Joyce had booked another private room for us to eat, so we could take off our masks and I could see everyone’s faces for the first time. They’d already been wearing them by the time Joyce and I had arrived, so it was good to see the faces of the kids I’d heard so much about.

My very surface knowledge about twins told me that there was no way that they were biologically identical twins