Sandra’s heart began to beat very fast as she stared at the Inspector. She was so shocked that she couldn’t even move a muscle. Are these men joking or what? She asked herself. “Me, a twin? My brother? Do you actually mean the writer could be my blood brother?”
“As a matter of fact, we believe he is your twin brother.” Odion chipped in.
“How is that possible?” She asked, not sure if her already weakened legs could carry her body any longer.
“Sandra,” Lucky gently called out her name, “Please can you tell me what you mean when you told me that you had a harsh childhood experience when we were discussing about Angela a few days ago?”
“I was kidnapped when I was five years old,” tears began to roll down her eyes, “I was forcefully taken from my loving family... Oh my God! What in the worl
