Todos los capítulos de Twins He Chose Twice : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The cold concrete floor of basement level B-2 seeped right through Marcus's jeans.He slumped against the damp wall, his hands pressed hard over his face. Tremors ran through his entire frame, racking his shoulders with raw, ragged sobs.Clara knelt beside him on the filthy ground. She wrapped her arms around his shaking shoulders, pulling him tight against her."Shh... just breathe, Marcus," Clara whispered, her hand gently stroking the back of his head. "Just hold on. Everything is going to be fine."Marcus pulled his hands away, his eyes bloodshot and swollen as he stared at her in complete despair. A bitter, hollow laugh escaped his throat."Fine?" he choked out, his voice cracking violently. "How can anything ever be fine again, Clara? Look at what they're saying!"He gestured wildly toward the small tablet sitting face-up on a nearby crate. The glowing banner across the news channel still displayed the headline: *St. Jude’s Shelter Blaze Claims Life of Wanted Fugitive Luna Vance

The small, cracked television sitting on a dusty wooden crate in the corner of the room flickered with a cold, sickly blue light.Luna stood completely frozen in the center of the cramped, windowless space.She didn't move. She barely dared to breathe. Her eyes were glued to the glowing screen, her chest tightening so hard it felt as if a heavy iron band were clamping down around her ribs.The room smelled of damp concrete, old soot, and rust. It was cold, but a slick layer of sweat coated her forehead.On the screen, a news anchor in a sharp charcoal suit sat behind a polished glass desk. His face was blank, his posture stiff, and his voice echoed flatly against the bare walls of Luna's hideout.*"...we return now to our top story tonight,"* the anchor announced, adjusting a stack of papers on his desk. *"Patient Marcus Reed remains in stable condition in Isolation Unit B-2 at county general following the violent assault at his residence late Tuesday evening..."*The world seemed to

The door to Isolation Unit B-2 opened with a soft hiss.Ethan Blackwood stepped inside alone. No guards. No assistants. Just him in a dark suit with no tie, his hands tucked into his pockets, his face unreadable.Marcus was awake.He lay flat on the hospital bed, his chest wrapped in thick bandages, IV lines running into his arm, a nasal cannula under his nose. His face was pale and hollow. His eyes were dark and sunken.He stared at Ethan.Ethan stared back.Neither of them spoke for a long moment. The only sound was the steady beep of the heart monitor.Then Ethan walked to the foot of the bed. He stood there, calm and composed, looking down at the man who had nearly died protecting the girl he had spent fourteen years searching for."Marcus," Ethan said.Marcus didn't answer.He just kept staring.Ethan pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. He rested his forearms on his knees and looked at Marcus directly."I need to know everything about her," Ethan said quietly. "Everything

Six weeks after Marcus was discharged from the hospital, he walked back into the diner.He pushed through the back door just before seven in the morning. His legs were steady now. His chest still ached when he moved too fast, but he could breathe without the machine. He could stand without help. He could work.He had to work.Mr. Grant was standing by the office with a mug of coffee in his hand. He turned when he heard the door.He froze.The mug almost slipped from his fingers."Marcus?"Marcus nodded."Morning, sir."Mr. Grant set the mug down on the counter. He crossed the room in three long strides. Then he wrapped his arms around Marcus and pulled him into a tight hug.Marcus stiffened. He wasn't used to this. Mr. Grant had never hugged him before.But he didn't pull away."Thank God," Mr. Grant whispered. "Thank God you're okay."Marcus closed his eyes for a second. Then he patted Mr. Grant on the back."I'm okay," he said.Mr. Grant stepped back. He looked Marcus up and down. His

Marcus didn't own a car.He had never needed one. The diner was a fifteen-minute walk from his apartment. The hospital was a bus ride away. Everything else in his life was within reach of his own two feet.But the Vance house was on the other side of the city.He found the address three days after he got home from the hospital. It was buried in one of the papers Luna had left behind. An old bank statement. A piece of mail she had never opened. The Vance name printed in neat black letters above a return address.He stared at it for a long time.Then he folded it and put it in his pocket.He waited until his day off.---Clara came by that morning. She brought coffee and bagels. She sat at his small kitchen table and watched him move around the apartment."You're nervous," she said.Marcus didn't answer."You keep checking your pocket."He stopped. His hand was on the folded paper again."I found something," he said as he pulled it out and handed it to her.Clara read it but her expression d