Mr. Marino runs around the corner then, spotting them both. He jerks from right to left, unsure of who to go to first, but he decides quickly. He reaches for his daughter, but Amy pushes off the wall and runs away.

Mr. Marino drops onto the floor beside his wife and pulls her into his lap.

Another family member comes in, ushering all the students and others standing around from the room, but Dax can’t seem to get himself off the floor.

He screams into his palms, his body bent over, forehead on the marble flooring beneath him, and my throat clogs.

Cali releases me and flies for him, falling to his side, and the moment her hands touch his back, he accepts her comfort, wrapping his arms around her.

I stand there, witness to a family’s world crashing to the ground around them and sickened by a fleeting thought that comes along with it.

I bite into my cheek, fighting as hard as I can to push everything away.

I need some air, so I climb the stairs and head out to the balcony, moving to the farthest corner, resting my elbows on the ledge.

“This is so fucked up,” I whisper.

“Yeah.”

I jerk around, finding Amy tucked into the back side corner, hidden by the furniture and curled into a ball, her arms wrapped around her pulled-in knees, a joint between her fingers. “It is,” she adds, tears still silently falling from her face.

My muscles freeze and I’m conflicted on what to do, but then Amy’s chin falls to her chest and her body starts to shake with sobs.

“My mom can’t even look at me,” she gasps. “Wait until she’s ready to read Jules’ diary.” Her eyes slam closed, and she shakes her head.

My jaw muscles flex and I walk a little closer to her.

“Once she does, she’ll make me leave. She’s... they’ll both hate me.” Her head lifts. “I dyed my hair so that me and...” She can’t say her twin’s name. “So that we could have something of our own, so people would stop looking at us and calling us by the wrong names…” She trails off, looking away. “I had to buy a wig.”

A frown forms along my forehead.

“And I waited in her room.” She swallows. “I knew what time he would get here. I just wanted to see how long it would take him to notice, to see if he really saw her like she saw him. If he loved her like she loved him.”

My face falls as I realize what she’s saying. “Amy...”

“He didn’t even know,” she whispers. “He was so... gentle and...”

“Loving,” I snap before I realize I’m saying it.

Amy nods, lifting her eyes to mine. “Nobody has ever touched me like that.”