Kit
Luke remained silent for a long while.
“Is that why you always laughed?” he asked. “When people asked if we were twins?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Why did you lock the door?” I asked him.
His eyes shifted toward the hallway.
“Because I didn’t want Dad to walk in,” he said quietly. “Not until I knew for sure.”
His voice fractured.
“Mom, I didn’t want him to see my face when I found out,” he said. “I didn’t want him to see me finding out he’s not my real dad.”
