NORA
Marcellus doesn't hesitate.
"No," he replies calmly. "I don't have a twin."
I stare at him, waiting for the usual arrogance. It doesn’t come. He just looks back at me with an unshakable certainty.
"How are you so sure?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. "People lie about family all the time. Especially in your world."
He shrugs. "Because I spent years making sure I knew every single person connected to me. I dug into every record, every rumor, and every ghost from my past. There was no twin."
His eyes stay locked on mine. "If there was another version of me walking around... I would have found him."
Weird. Then... who the hell was that guy?
We head to the diner attached to the resort and get our food. I pick something simple for both of us.
Plain rice, grilled chicken, and clear bro
