The following days felt like I was walking through a haze. Every corner I turned, every whisper I heard, something felt off. People looked at me differently, with a mixture of confusion and pity, but I couldn’t understand why. Was it the lingering tension of the forest encounter with my twin? Or was it something else?
I should have trusted my instincts when I first felt the subtle shift, but it was too late by the time I realized what was happening.
It happened one evening at the bar, the place where I’d gone to try to escape my thoughts. I was chatting with Lucas and a few other friends, trying to keep the normalcy of things intact, but the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right kept gnawing at me.
I didn’t see her coming.
One moment, I was standing by the bar, talking to Damon,
