Hayden wasn’t the boy she was kidn*pped with.
He wasn’t the boy she watched being beaten till he bled.
He wasn’t the one who shielded her body with his and took a bullet that night.
And yet, for all these years, Briella had believed he was.
Her chest tightened as the memories came rushing back, bare feet on cold floors, the blood smell and his scream.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at Jaylen, the man standing before her now.
“When we first met... you said you lost your memory.” Her voice barely above a whisper “How?”
Jaylen lowered his eyes.
“I did.” He nodded slowly. “I got into a car crash. With my parents or so I thought they were. I was the only survivor.”
Briella was confused if Jaylen was Hayden twin they should share the same parents right?
He looked up with s
