ALEX

“I’m not hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten all day,” the maid presses gently. This is the third time today she’s showing up at my door with trays of food I don’t touch. Instead, I lay in my bed and I think endlessly about the cryptic messages the twins seemed to have been trying to pass along or hide from me.

Either way, it makes me uneasy in a way I don’t understand.

Everything makes me uneasy.

Everything seems too spontaneous. The sudden allegiance between the ...