a word about twins.
“I need to make a call,” I said, pulling out my phone.
I stepped aside and dialed Lisa.
“David?” she answered. “Is everything okay?”
“No. I’m at an orphanage. There’s a little girl here who looks exactly like Sophia. Same birthmark. She’s her twin, Lisa. Explain.”
Silence.
Then a shaky breath.
“I… didn’t think you’d ever find out,” she continue reading …