Alice
I let Gillian drive me to the coffee shop where I had arranged to meet my father. I had questions, and I hoped he could provide some answers. I rarely went anywhere without one, if not both of the twins at my side. Since I’ve pretty much been taking care of myself since I was old enough to pour my own bowl of cereal, it was kind of weird having not one, but two people where were ready and willing to do ANYTHING for me. Weird in a good way. I’ve never felt so safe or so loved. And I can’t say I feel smothered, or crowded, because in those rare moments when we were separated I missed them so much that I actually felt physical pain, a dull ache in my chest. With Gillian’s hand pressed possessively against my back, we entered the café.
I spotted my dad sitting at a table in th
