“Hi Lesley. Guess what?” My twin, sweet as poison. “Do you know Fredrinn risked his life for me?”
I froze. “What do you mean?”
She giggled, like showing off a trophy. “I said I wanted that necklace from the motorbike stunt show. He signed up right away. Didn’t even think. Drove so fast the bike almost flipped. When they shoved him in the ER, do you know what he yelled? My name. Mine.”
My book slipped. I looked out the window. Too bright. My eyes stung. But I didn’t let her hear me break. “So he hurt himself to make you happy,” I said softly.
“Yes,” she whispered, stretching the word. “He needs someone to take care of him now. Maybe you wanna come over?”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “No, Miya. He’s yours, right? You’re the one he chose to get hurt for. Then take care of him.”
She was quiet too long. I ended the call, dropping the phone on the couch like it burned my hand.
The trees outside swayed in the breeze. I stared at them until my eyes blurred. Then I picked up the phone again. My fingers dialed a number I’d memorized weeks ago.
“Hello?” a man answered.
“Hi. This is about the double grave plot, section B, number twelve. I wanted to ask if—”