A much-diminished Eliza greeted me as I stepped out of my house. I thrust my sunglasses on my face—partly to protect me from the glaring morning sun, and partly to protect me from Eliza being able to read me.
Bullshit.
BullshitShe knew me better than anyone. Even more than Scotia. I fervently hoped Alicia and Zayden developed a genuine friendship. I should’ve been closer to my twin than anyone in the world, but we’d never developed that rapprochement. Part was the separation of genders by our religion and part was the fact she likely knew I was different from the beginning. Had she known I was gay before I had? She’d always been smarter, so it wouldn’t have surprised me.
“What do you want?” I hitched my hand on my hip.
“This is a nice neighborhood.”
I nodded, a little dumbfounded.
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