“I’m sorry… for everything.”

I stared at him.

“You’re sorry? You’re saying you’re sorry for lying to me all these months?”

“I tried to tell you, damn it! But you wouldn’t believe me!”

“And it was very convenient for you, wasn’t it? If you had used the word ‘twin’ the way you just did, maybe I would have believed you. Know why? Because that would have actually meant wanting to tell me the truth. Liar! You’re a liar, you son of a bitch!”

“I am. But I love ...