For a few seconds, I couldn’t understand what Damiano had just said.
“Your sister.”
The words echoed in my head.
My sister.
The girl I had spent my entire life believing didn’t exist.
I stared at him.
“She’s with Daniel?”
“Yes.”
“Take me to them.”
Damiano didn’t move.
“Elena”
“Now.”
Something in my voice must have convinced him because he nodded.
We left the apartment immediately.
The drive to the warehouse felt endless.
I couldn’t sit still.
I kept thinking about the letter.
You were never supposed to know about your sister.
My mother had known.
She had known all along.
And somehow, this girl had been alive all these years.
“How old is she?” I asked.
“We don’t know.”
“She was born on the same day as me.”
“Yes.”
“Then she’s twenty-three.”
“Probably.”
I looked at
