I thought of my twin sister, a child trailing along in my shadow in her pigtails and plaid dress the same as mine, skipping away from me and down a dark alleyway. At the far end, a shadowy figure held out their hand. Jane, willing and happy, accepted that hand and welcomed the shadow around her too.
How could it be that a girl so near me in looks and personality, could have taken such a veering path to mine? For her to be so high ranking in the organization meant she had to have pursued it for a very long time – longer than these past 3 years.
I shouldn’t have been surprised anymore. Jane had cut into my heart so many times. She wanted me dead.
But it still hurt anew, to know the woman Jane was now was so far removed from the girl I knew, that the girl I knew might not have existed at a
