A missing person?
I stared in horror at the TV, that charm on the baby blanket I recognized. It wasn’t on my childhood bracelet, but I definitely recognized it.
Ares wore the same one.
He had that day in the garage, the two charms identical.
Twins.
I sat up, images of me flashing on the screen. They were pictures taken from my social media, my picture and this… missing twin’s photos put together in a side by side. They had my name, Noa Sloane, then her name next to it.
I read that name. Over and over, I read it, and I definitely noticed something.
The name started with a P.
“Pilar Mallick,” my brother said, reading it as I had. He faced me. “They’re saying that’s you, Sloane.” He leaned forward. “They’re saying that’s your name.”