“Wait.”
She pauses, then slowly turns back.
There’s a shift in her now. More cautious. More aware.
Good.
I step closer—not crowding her, but not backing off either.
“What’s your full name?”
Her brows lift slightly. “That’s a strange follow-up.”
“Still need it.”
She studies me like she’s deciding if I’m worth the answer—or if I’m about to become a problem.
“Felicity Ward.”
That hits harder than it should.
Because that’s not the name I remember.
“Not what you expected?” she asks.
“No.”
“Then you definitely have the wrong person.”
“I don’t.”
I don’t hesitate. Don’t soften it.
That’s what throws her.
“You ever go by another name?” I ask.
She lets out a short breath, almost a laugh. “Wow. We’re really doing this, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Her arms cross, more defensive now. “No. I’ve always been Felicity Ward.”
Always.
That word sticks.
Because I know what I remember.
“And you didn’t transfer schools? Move?” I press.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Then you’ve got a twin.”
That earns me a look. “I don’t.”
“Then explain it.”
