The Wife Swap
Ashton, ever the social butterfly, had soon been swept up in a crowd of condolences and well-wishers, leaving me alone with my grief.
"Hey, Ash!" Ashton greeted me, her voice a touch too bright.
"Ashton," I echoed, unsure of what else to say. The woman next to me, oblivious to the silent exchange between twins, beamed.
"See, I told you!" she exclaimed to one of the waiters, gesturing excitedly between us. "Identical twins! That's so cool!"
Ashton forced a smile, her usual vibrant energy dimmed. "Uh, yeah," she mumbled, glancing around the cafe again.
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