Chapter 8

I don’t understand what he’s trying to say. I heard him but it hasn’t fully registered to me.

“I don’t understand,” I say slowly, confused.

“I’m not the real Jack Wills,” he repeats patiently. It makes me even more confused.

Thinking that it’s all a joke and that he is currently making fun of me, I cackle with laughter.  I laugh so hard that I have to hold on my stomach. I look at him again and is stunned to see that he is giving me a serious look.

I stop laughing and lamely stare at him. “I don’t . . . understand.”

“Jack Wills is my brother. My twin brother,” he says.

I want to faint. I take a hold on the chair which he offered earlier to support myself from fainting. I am so not prepared with his revelation.  Jack is watching me closely.

My throat feels dry. I help myself and slowly take a seat on the empty chair. My gaze lands on his desk. I notice the untouched bottle of water on it. Without asking