The Twins
That my photographic memory didn't exist.
One day, the twins will want answers. They will want me to tell them everything about me, like seriously everything. And when I do, will they still want me? Will they still love me? Or will the secrets, the lies, rip us apart?
After our late breakfast, the twins and I curl up on the couch having a Final Destination marathon. Nick once again sits by my feet, massaging them on his lap. Antonio massages my scalp, my head in his lap.
“If you could predict death, would you change it like they did?”
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