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“Lauren, he’s gotta be lying. Nobody looks that identical by chance.”
Lauren’s voice softened, her skepticism unwavering. “Are you a twin? Did Tom have a brother, a cousin, anything?” She stared at him, her heart racing, the photo a weight on the desk, Tom’s memory a ghost.
Richard’s voice was calm, definitive. “No, no twin, no brother. I’m an only child, raised in Boston. My parents are gone, no relatives like that.” He spread his hands, his confusion clear. “I’m telling you, I’m not your Tom.”
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