Because it is absolutely true. I never talked to Bianca about Anora, nor about that unfortunate accident. I only kept her formyself. I always hide my journals in a safe box, and nobody knows about it except for me. But…
Damn it! The book I started. My main character is called Anora. I wrote her story. I had to keep her under control, and that was the easiest way, until I didn’t manage to continue it. Until I had to come to Tamwine to solve this fucking mystery, which transformed into the most twisted living hell.
I don’t know how Bianca put the pieces together and figured it all out, but I can’t believe how everything suddenly became more chaotic.
I feel like Anora is giving up control, being too lost in her own thoughts to realise that she is slowly slipping back inside of me.
My body goes numb for a couple of seconds. After that, I can finally feel like I can breathe again, that I can move my eyes. How I slowly regain each sense, and every move is mine again.
I hope you’ll come back when I need you, Anora.
I’ll return when I need to kill someone. I hate emotional stuff. They’re your specialty.
“What do you mean by her?” Clara brings me back to reality.
“My name is Anmara. Anorawasmy twin sister,” I say in a calm tone, which confuses the boys, but makes them realise only from my voice that I ammyselfagain.
?
“Wow,” Clara says after I tell her briefly about Anora, keeping the spicy details for the boys. “How are you holding up?”
“Better than in the beginning, but, as you’ve seen, I can’t always resist her. I also have a question for you, and it’s not justfrom me: how could we trust that you aren’t working with Bianca and that everything you told us is not just one big fat lie?”
She lifts her gaze to mine and sighs.
“I don’t even trust myself,” she softly smiles.
“How do you know Bianca?” Paul asks.
He was the quietest, but I can feel that he is boiling inside, also from the acidity in his voice, and especially when he says her name. The woman he loved. The one who broke his heart. The woman that he wanted to take his revenge on from the bottom of his soul. He wanted to see her suffer.
At least, that’s what I want, but I don’t think it’s way too different for him.
“Through Kevin’s son, Alex, who was like a father to her when she was abandoned at the hospital.”
That’s the last straw. What the fuck?
“I didn’t know she was adopted,” I say.
To be fair, she told me that her family lived far away and that she wasn’t on good terms with them. I didn’t insist on asking her to tell me more about them.
“Neither did I,” Paul says. “She told me that I would meet her parents and brothers at the wedding.”
“Bianca doesn’t have any blood relatives,” Clara says. “At least, that’s what I know. She only grew up with the other two kids of Alex and me. I knew she had a fiancé, but she never told me more about him.”
“Yeah, because she didn’t wanna tell you that I’m your brother to not break her fucking plan of kidnapping me,” Paul says in an acidic voice, making Clara lose her words.
“By any chance, is one of his kids a redhead?” Lucas asks what I thought about, too.
“It’s a girl, but no. Why?”
At least that.
“Clara, dear, what’s the name of the other child?” Blake asks, and I have a feeling it wouldn’t be the best answer.
“Omar.”
His name feels like a faraway echo, and everything starts to make much more sense now. The pieces of the puzzle begin to settle into place. That alone makes my state of mind even worse. The blood starts flowing faster through my veins, and my heartbeat accelerates when I realise the biggest problem we would’ve never thought of.
