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Chandler carefully set down the frame. "It must be strange to look at someone else and see your own face looking back at you."

Elena shrugged, "People say that to me all the time, but I don't think it is. When I look at Emily, I see Emily." She knew their family was the same. Elijah probably was too. But she wasn't sure about Chandler even if he'd said that he could tell them apart. Maybe it seemed strange to him, but that was the thing about being a twin, wasn't it? They were a novelty, and honestly, she wanted him to look at her and see her. Not Emily… Her. "I guess I'm pretty used to it by now." She concluded.

He nodded.

"Chandler," she said gently. "What do you want? I know you didn't come back to talk about the ins and outs of being an identical twin."

"Well …" He paused and gave her a lopsided grin. "No I didn't."

Her brow furrowed. "Okay. Then why did you come back?"

Chandler nervously clasped his hands together, the words he intended to speak echoing repeatedly in his mind.