I thought the worst truth was that my twin brother had abandoned his daughter, until I realized he had made me abandon her too. ## PART 3 I read the forged letter again, searching for a mistake that would prove I was trapped inside someone else's nightmare.
The signature was close enough to fool a stranger, but the final letter curved exactly like Julian's handwriting on our childhood notes.
He had always copied my signature when we played school, laughing that even our teachers sometimes couldn't tell us apart.
I once thought that talent was harmless, another amusing detail in the story of twins who understood each other without words.
Now I held evidence that he had turned our resemblance into a weapon against a child who had never met me.
Chloe took the paper from my trembling fingers and photographed every page before returning it to the envelope.
She told me not to call Julian until we had spoken with Mara and found someone qualified to protect everyone involved.
