I didn’t sleep.

Not a second.

The USB still sat on the living room table like it was radioactive, glowing with everything I didn’t want to believe. I kept replaying that whispered voice, those last words.

“You chose the wrong twin.”

Not just a threat.

A promise.

Vanessa had stayed the night in one of the guest rooms, insisting someone needed to be close in case they tried anything again. Adrian didn’t come to bed either,I could hear him pacing in his study until dawn.

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