Olivia
Something was up with the twins. They were acting really, really funny.
I know. This coming from a woman who just woke up from a coma, in another woman’s body. “Weird” was taking on a whole new meaning. Nonetheless, I’d had a few weeks to observe the twins before all this s**t went down, and this behavior was way out of character. The smooth operators were tripping all over themselves to get to me.
Well, not me. Avalon.
But all the while, as they were clumsily trying to get my attention, they were also fishing for information about my memory. They were so dreadfully obvious. They tag-teamed me at the bottom of the stairs. “So you mean you don’t remember anything?”
“Nope, nothing. Didn’t even know my own name.”
“What about the night of the accident? Do you remember coming
