“It’s true. I had the whole thing planned out,” he says.
I don’t know what else to say, so I kiss his cheek and start down the hall to the bedroom to change for my physical therapy appointment.
I check my phone to see what time it is and find a text message waiting from an unknown number.
Can’t believe you’re stringing them both along. What a little slut. What would your sister think? Don’t worry though, your secrets are safe with me.
I drop my phone on the bed and swallow hard, trying to push down the fear this person is determined to cause.
Once I’m changed for therapy, I make my way back toward the kitchen. Hendrix watches me as I run my hand over the marble countertops. My gaze stops on a drawer in the corner.
“What is it, London?” he asks.
“The cookie drawer,” I say as I reach the drawer and pull it open, finding all the dry base ingredients and measuring cups for the perfect cookie recipes.
Hendrix smiles. “Yeah. You and Lennon always loved to try different cookies, but you always came back to your chocolate chip recipe.”
“A classic,” we both say at the same time.
I can remember the drawer always being ready to make cookies on a whim, and I can see myself doing it if I close my eyes.
Both London and Lennon call to me. I just pray I can be fair to who I am and who she is while I’m figuring it out for all of us.
15
My physical therapy appointment went well. I was told to take it easy though. I think they could tell I’ve been pushing myself. But they aren’t the ones trying to get their life back.
Hendrix took me to lunch with my parents, and we pretended it was all okay for my mother. But my dad studied me like he could answer the burning question we all need answered…which twin am I?
Hendrix had to go home and sleep after lunch because he works again tonight, but I asked him to drop me off at the cemetery so I could visit my sister’s grave. He called Dash and made sure he was on his way. They both want someone with me at all times.
I’m sitting on the ground silently in front of the stone with Lennon’s name carved in it when it dawns on me; I’m going to text this coward back.
Me: What do you want from me?
Unknown number: You think you’re brave by asking, don’t you? I want everything.
Me: Why are you hiding behind a screen and in the shadows, then?
Unknown number: I’m here, watching your back like I said I would. Like no one else can. Are you?
I glance all around and almost scream when I see Dash walking toward me while staring down at his phone. A chill runs up my spine as a horrible suspicion starts to form.
I struggle with my cane to stand up, and when Dash sees, he rushes to my side. “Hey, Valkyrie. I got you.”
I stare at him and shake the doubts from my mind. There’s no way he’s my stalker. It’s a coincidence he was on his phone and I got chills when I spotted him. I wouldn’t fall in love with a stalker. Would I?
“Thanks. You never told me what your police friend said,” I blurt out.
His brows furrow in concern as he pockets his phone. “He wants to take you to the crash site, but I told him I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. He also wants to see the notes to check for prints.”
“Why? Don’t you want me to remember?” I ask quickly.
He reaches for me. “Of course, I do. Why would you ask that?”
I step back and almost fall over the headstone as he catches me. The movement makes me glance back toward the hill where I thought I saw someone the other day.
“Uh, can you give me a minute?” I ask.
