Twenty-One
Louis
“Who told me what?” she asked, her flushed face pulling into a confused frown.
He’d told her. She knew about our mother and how she died.
For the longest moment I couldn’t do anything but stare down at the small by my side, who knew about my most painful loss because my twin had shared it with her. We never spoke about her, with anyone. Hardly even each other. The loss had been too painful to ever fully process, even if we’d been too young to understand at the time.
But Audrey knew.
And for some reason, it shook me to my core.
“Liam?” she asked, clearly worried by my sudden shocked silence. “Who told me what?”
“Sorry, I… forgot you knew about that,” I said, shaking my head to dismiss my odd outburst.
“I guess you haven’t told that many people,” she said, giving my
