Twins He Chose Twice
With trembling hands, the old woman fastened the silver chain around twelve-year-old Luna's neck.
*"This is yours, my little star," her grandmother had whispered, pressing her dry, warm lips against Luna's forehead. "Keep it hidden. Don't ever let them see it. Don't ever let them take what belongs to you."*
*Luna nodded and hugged her tightly.*
*But when she walked out of the bedroom into the hallway, twelve-year-old Aurora was standing in the shadows.*
*Her twin—no, the girl she had always thought was her twin—stepped out, her arms crossed, her eyes burning with a dark, bitter coldness.*