-Arya-
Ayan's words resonated in my head like an echo. His whisper carried the weight of undeniable truth. "Athira lied. You aren't my half-sister. You are my sister. My twin sister. I-I can feel the bond. Like you are a part of my... soul."
A part of his soul.
If he was my brother, what truly happened? Why didn't my mother know about any of this?
How had Athira managed to take him away from our mother? I knew my mom wouldn't have let Athira manipulate Ayan if she had known about him.
There were lots of questions.
I felt like I was drowning inside these thoughts and secrets, but I barely had time to process any of this.
"I am," I said softly. We were indeed bound by blood-- I felt it in my bones. The realization both comforted and bewildered me.
"But why did mom... didn't try
