Six (Part I)

The car is eerily silent when I join the twins. They huddle close to the door like they are trying to create a gap between us. I glance at the driver, eyes querying him but he only shrugs and I massage my forehead. The point of picking them up with a driver is to avail us enough time together without any distractions. 

“Hey,” I say and stretch my hand to them.

Eyeing my limb warily like it’s not the part of me that carried them a while ago, they shake their heads and look out the window. Their movements are choreographed, the crossing of their arms on their chest and the pouts that take over their lips while ignoring me for a crime I know nothing about. I give the command for the driver to start the car and we glide down the road in silence until I clear my throat.

“Bren. Bran.” Her head angles in my direction slowly. “Wyn.” She gives me a thumbs up and I snigger.

Where did she learn that? Most importantly, why are they upset with me? It is easie