Their apartment was spotless, except for the silence thick as blood. The TV was dark, the window cracked for air, and Livy stood there like a loaded gun, arms crossed, a tremble under her skin that wasn’t illness anymore—it was fury. “Do you even remember their names?” she spat, a bitter lilt curling her words into a knife. Her face—Sadie's face—twisted in disgust, eyes burning from across the room. Sadie sat hunched on t...

“Don’t worry, I got you, sis,” Sadie whispered, her thumb worrying the edge of the laminated badge resting in her lap. Livy Taylor. The name printed bold above a photo that looked like her—technically, exactly her—but wasn’t. Her twin sister smiled in the picture, their shared fiery red hair catching the light, her head tilted in a way that promised secrets, a brazen spark Sadie had never been able to fake. The black SUV...