VALERIE The drive to Vera’s apartment was silent except for the hum of the engine and the raging storm inside my head. Memories always clawed their way back during drives like this—the screech of tires, the dull thud of metal meeting flesh, the phone call that changed everything.By the time I reached her apartment, my jaw ached from clenching it. I forced a calm smile when the nurse greeted me at the door."Good afternoon, Ms. Quinn," she said warmly."Afternoon," I replied, keeping my tone even.I didn’t linger for small talk; I went straight to Vera’s room. My breath caught, as it always did, seeing her there. My twin. My other half. She lay so still, chest rising and falling gently under the pale pink gown. Machines beeped softly beside her bed, the only signs of life in this room that felt frozen in time.The nurse closed the door behind me, leaving us alone. I walked over and sat by her bed, reaching out to stroke her cheek. Her skin was warm, soft—but lifeless."Hey, Vera,"
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