His words were like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and disoriented. I sat there, frozen, replaying the sentence over and over in my mind, trying to make sense of it. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking, “but now that Emily is married, you need to know the truth about our family.”
Confusion wrapped around me like a heavy fog. “What truth?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could see the internal struggle on his face, the weight of years of secrecy bearing down on him. This wasn’t just about Emily or her wedding; this was something much deeper, a hidden chapter of our lives.
He hesitated, running a hand through his hair, before saying, “Emily… she’s not just your sister. She’s your twin.”
