I left the facility with my father's words still running through my head, I had a twin. A sister who had been given away before we were old enough to know each other. He said she had been given to people who could give her a better life, but he hadn't told me who they were or where she was now, I got into the car and closed the door.
I should have been thinking about my father, my mother, and everything he had refused to tell me. Instead, one sentence kept coming back. A better life, I remembered the way he'd said it, almost like he was trying to convince himself that giving her away had been the right thing to do, I pulled out Isabelle Ashworth's file.
Her photograph stared back at me, something about her face had always bothered me, but I'd never allowed myself to think too deeply abou
