[Lucien]
And so the interrogation began. The questions came telepathically so there was little to no room for buying time or guessing what sort of question I would be asked and that put me more on edge.
Luckily, they were going by birth order, not by where we were seated. I was the youngest. Which meant I'd be the last.
The additional waiting time did little to soothe my nerves. My brain had begun circling the drain. What if I wasn’t who I thought I was? What if he—the Lucien in the footage—wasn’t the imposter? What if I was the doppelgänger and just didn’t know it?
I don’t even remember the moment when I first started doubting myself. To the point of wondering if it would be easier to just admit I had amnesia.
Maybe. Easier but not wise.
Firstly, doing that would shove Violet into a
