MasukLILIANI immediately slumped into the seat beside her, my eyes moving over her face as I tried to process what she had just said.“You mean you're Alex's sister?” I asked, barely able to keep the surprise out of my voice.She pressed her thumb against her lower lip and glanced towards the entrance before looking back at me. “I am, but I don't want Alex to know yet because I'm genuinely scared. Besides, he doesn't remember me.”I stared at her, trying to understand what she meant. I couldn't imagine Alex forgetting his own sister if he knew where to find her. Still, the uncertainty in her voice made me hold back the questions crowding my mind.“But how did you recognise him?” I asked, leaning closer. “You said you were kidnapped when you were younger, so how did you know he was your brother after all these years?”She lowered her eyes and rubbed her thumb against her fingers. “I remembered certain things from before I was taken, and when I saw him again, some of those memories came bac
LILIANWe rushed toward our phones and picked them up almost simultaneously. My eyes fell on the caller ID, and I exchanged a quick glance with Alex when I saw Marryann's name on my screen.Could she really be his sister? I hadn't told Alex what Marryann had shared with me, and I wasn't sure how to bring it up without making assumptions.“Hey, I picked up,” I answered.“Lilian, you need to lay low for a while,” Marryann said, her voice loud and slightly hoarse. She sounded as though she had been crying.“What?” I exclaimed, gripping my phone tighter. “What happened?”“Somehow, Mr. Westbrook has denied everything,” she replied, her voice trembling. “We don't have enough evidence against him, Lilian.”“Okay, okay,” I mumbled, unable to hide my disappointment. “Where are you now?”“I'm with my boyfriend,” she answered.“You know what? It's fine,” I replied before ending the call.I stared at my phone for a moment, wondering how Mr. Westbrook had managed to deny everything so easily. Of c
LILIAN“Twin sister?” I mumbled, my eyes widening as Alex stormed out of the room. He had never mentioned having a twin, so how was I supposed to know about her? I asked myself defensively, trying to justify what I had done.That morning, I had searched through the photo album and found the exact photograph he had been crying over. On the back were the names Anastasia and Anna, followed by a heart emoji and the words, I miss you so much. I hadn't looked closely enough at the girl's features to notice any resemblance between them, perhaps because I was too angry to care. All I could see was how beautiful she looked, even in the worn-out photograph, which appeared to have been taken long before digital editing became common. No wonder Alex couldn't get over her, I thought, clenching the photograph until my knuckles turned white. I had decided to hold on to it until he returned.Now, I realized I had handled everything the wrong way. I sank onto the sofa, my hands trembling as the weight
ALEXI started learning karate in middle school.Marryann's words kept replaying in my mind, bringing back memories I had tried so hard to live with. I remembered my twin sister, Anastasia, and how we used to play together before her sudden disappearance changed everything.We had been inseparable, and she was always the best at karate. We grew up in a family where our skills and ambitions were encouraged, and our peers often envied us.I was learning hockey at the time, too, and Mr. Williams had recently established a rink where he coached me. I began playing seriously in middle school and eventually became the Williams Hockey Club captain during my freshman year of college.Back then, I was arrogant and full of myself, but Anastasia always knew how to keep me in check. I used to call her Anna, and she wasn't just my twin sister; she was my missing piece, the person who understood me better than anyone else.Then she disappeared, leaving a hole in my life that nothing had ever manage
LILIANWe followed the police to the station, with Alex driving while Marryann sat in the back seat. The man who had cornered her was in a police car behind us, handcuffed despite the gunshot wound to his leg.I glanced at Marryann through the rearview mirror and noticed how shaky she still looked. Hoping to lighten the mood, I turned toward her slightly and said, “I thought you might use your karate skills to fight those men, just as you did years ago.”Marryann giggled, and Alex glanced at her through the mirror. “Wait, you learned karate?” he asked, sounding surprised.“Yes,” she answered. “I started learning when I was in middle school.”Alex nodded with a smile. “You remind me of someone.” I frowned at him, wondering who he meant, but he kept his eyes on the road without explaining further.“Why is Mr. Westbrook after you?” Alex asked Marryann, looking at her through the rearview mirror. She hesitated before answering, “That is a long story.”I exhaled, thinking about how cruel M
LILIANAfter my psychiatric evaluation and therapy session, it was already afternoon. I wanted to go home and rest, but I needed to ask Marryann about Mr. Westbrook and find out what she knew about him.I went to the restaurant, and although Alex had asked me to stop working, I decided to visit anyway. Marryann was busy in her office when I arrived, so I went about my usual duties and waited until our shift ended.Around six in the evening, we left the restaurant together. "How are you feeling, babes?" Marryann asked, glancing at her phone as we walked."I was at the hospital this morning, but I'm feeling better," I replied. I wanted to ask her about Mr. Westbrook, but I wasn't sure how to bring it up without making her uncomfortable.We continued walking until we reached an outdoor dining area where people sat chatting and enjoying their meals. We chose a table, ordered something to eat, and sat across from each other.Marryann was still busy with her phone when I noticed her express







