Staff called them over to pick photos. I tried to slip out. My twin grabbed my wrist. “Lesley, help us choose. You’ve got better taste than me.”
Before I could react, she dragged me to the computer. There they were.
Photo after photo. Holding hands. Smiling like they belonged. Sunset behind them as they kissed. Him hugging her from behind in matching white.
Every image stabbed me. My throat felt tight.
“Pick a good one, Lesley. Which looks happiest?” she chirped, sharp and fake.
I couldn’t speak. Then a loud crash shook the room. Shelves toppled.
Fredrinn lunged at her, covering her body instantly.
Meanwhile, a sharp corner of a metal shelf hit my shoulder. I screamed, pain ripping through me. Blood soaking my blouse.
“Fredrinn, it hurts!” My twin wailed, clutching her tiny graze.
He panicked. “You’re bleeding. We need a hospital.” He swept her into his arms, running toward the door.
He looked at me for a second, trapped under the shelf, blood pooling around me. Our eyes met. One, two seconds. Then he looked away and left.
I forced myself up, swaying, and dragged myself to the hospital.