Chapter 64 Echoes Of The Unseen

• The morning sun filtered through gauzy curtains, casting gold across the floor as Emma stood in her kitchen, cradling a warm mug of chamomile tea. Her thoughts raced faster than her heartbeat, and sleep had barely touched her the night before. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the Polaroid. The woman’s smile. The old newspaper headline.
• And one word repeated over and over in her mind like a chant: Twin.
• Lucas entered quietly, barefoot and shirtless, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “You’ve been up since five,” he said gently, placing a kiss to her temple. “Again.”