Freyja
Peter was sitting up in the bed when we arrived. He seemed a lot more confident now that he remembers who he is. I felt another wave of guilt hit me, but I shrugged it off. Hopefully, he will be able to tell us something.
“I’m so sorry, Peter!” I blurted out as soon as I got to his bedside.
“Freyja, it’s okay,” he said. “My name isn’t Peter, by the way; I’m Patrick. Peter is my brother.”
“Oh, wow,” I gasped. “hello Patrick. I have so many questions.”
“My name is Patrick Grant; I’m from Aberdeen,” Patrick said. “Peter is my twin brother. We were out wild camping for three weeks.”
“You didn’t know about the lockdown?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “We aren’t a part of a tribe or a pack. We just keep to ourselves.”
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