The soft hum of the city filtered through the half-open windows of the Vescari family apartment. Kieran was sitting on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees, trying to wrap up a few work emails before heading out for a meeting. Amelia, his twin, was sprawled across the other end of the couch, idly flipping through a fashion magazine, though her attention kept drifting toward him.
“Kieran,” she said suddenly, looking up with a small, amused smile. “You’ve been… different lately.”
Kieran glanced up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow. “Different? How?”
Amelia leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re… happier. Less tense. You actually laugh at things, even small things. And you’ve been texting Clara a lot, I notice.”
He tried to keep his expression neutral, but a s
