Kieran’s POV
I sit at the dimly lit bar, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses fading into the background as I clutch the only picture I have of my twin sister. It's a simple photograph- a newborn baby swaddled in white blankets.
My heart aches as I study the innocent face of the baby in the picture. She's a stranger to me, but the mere existence of this photograph confirms that somewhere out there, my twin sister lives.
The only detail I have to identify her is the crescent moon birthmark on her shoulder. It's a small, unique feature, but it's the only piece of information I have to cling to in my search. I've scoured records, visited countless places, and questioned those who might have known something, but the trail has been cold, elusive.
I trace a finger over the photogra
