I stared at the pictures, my heart breaking at the thought that I was too late. I could've done something earlier but I can't now. It's too late. My hands are tied. I promised Sam, my twin, my blood that I wouldn’t let Nate in on our secret and now I can't tell him anything.
Why? Why did this situation have to arise when I was finally happy? Just when things in my life were going right for once?