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it.
Only now, he was going to use the site to do some good. He was going to use it to settle the wrong he might have committed when it came to Matilda.
Digging through his memory, he sought the details he’d need to check up on her.
Conservatory.
Music.
It was his link.
Scrolling through the pages, he found the music club’s photo. A part of him was praying that she’d been lying. A part wanted to believe that he chased the right twin all along. As he found the pages that he wanted of the online annuals, he found her face.
Beneath it was Matilda’s name, and beneath that was the fact that she did indeed play the piano.
He didn’t understand.
Roman was confused.
He was pretty sure that he asked Devora to play for him, and she said she would.
Then he recalled even more.
Every time, they were in that room, she stalled or got them out of there.
Shit!
Mattie had played for him.
It became clear who had lied, and who had told the absolute truth. Well, this sucked.
He’d dated the wrong woman, even after falling in love with the other one.
God!
This was a mess.
The more Roman sat there thinking, the more he realized that Devora had pretended that she’d been there that day. Roman knew he’d mentioned it, and she’d simply smile and nod.
She never told him off.
She never made him laugh like that first meeting.
Jesus.
He’d never noticed.
Standing up, he stared back toward her seat. She was sitting there, ear buds in, and her eyes closed. He stared at her, wishing they were sitting side by side.
There was so much he wanted to say to her.
As if she knew that he was watching, Matilda opened her eyes, and she didn’t look away.
‘Why?’ he mouthed.
There was that pause.
Finally, across the distance, she mouthed her reply.
‘You were happy.’
His heart ached for both of them. With that, he sat, unable to keep the emotion from his eyes. She knew he’d research her. Mattie knew he’d seek the truth.
Roman was in pain.
And as usual, it was over what he’d lost all those years ago.
Only this time, he wasn’t mourning the dead.
He was mourning the living.
* * * L i t t l e m o o n * * *
As Tori packed her bag, Julian watched her. She was moving around efficiently, trying to find everything they might possibly need.
Since they weren’t going in undercover, they wouldn’t need to worry about formal wear, or anything too unusual.
This was going to be easy.
How could they go wrong?
“What are you thinking, Victoria? You have that look on your face.”
“Why did you take this case?”
He stared at her. “Uh, to help Roman.”
“Not because Matilda Boyd pulled the twin-sympathy card?”
Julian stared at her. “What are you talking about?”
Tori sighed.
Maybe she was getting hormonal, but she didn’t like manipulation.
To her, Matilda had tried.
Right?
“Normally, you freak out when you hear dead. You know going in that there are likely going to be ghosts. You hate ghosts, so I can’t figure out why you’re being so easy going about all of this.”
He stared at his wife.
“You’re pissed, aren’t you?”
“No.”
She lied, and he knew it.
“You’re mad because you think if this wasn’t about one of our people, or a twin, that I’d be going the opposite way.”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you’re very wrong. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is now who we are. I spent way too much energy trying to avoid this kind of case. I’ve decided to go with it.”
She waited. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Tori relaxed. “Are you sure you’re fine with it?”
He laughed. “I’m so okay with it that I’m going to ask for a special favor.”
That worried her. “Uh, okay.”
“Trey, are you lurking, you sick, peeping-bedroom Tom?”
The radio clicked on. “I. Am. Always. Here.”
“Can you ditch your psychic and hop a ride with us for the next
Only now, he was going to use the site to do some good. He was going to use it to settle the wrong he might have committed when it came to Matilda.
Digging through his memory, he sought the details he’d need to check up on her.
Conservatory.
Music.
It was his link.
Scrolling through the pages, he found the music club’s photo. A part of him was praying that she’d been lying. A part wanted to believe that he chased the right twin all along. As he found the pages that he wanted of the online annuals, he found her face.
Beneath it was Matilda’s name, and beneath that was the fact that she did indeed play the piano.
He didn’t understand.
Roman was confused.
He was pretty sure that he asked Devora to play for him, and she said she would.
Then he recalled even more.
Every time, they were in that room, she stalled or got them out of there.
Shit!
Mattie had played for him.
It became clear who had lied, and who had told the absolute truth. Well, this sucked.
He’d dated the wrong woman, even after falling in love with the other one.
God!
This was a mess.
The more Roman sat there thinking, the more he realized that Devora had pretended that she’d been there that day. Roman knew he’d mentioned it, and she’d simply smile and nod.
She never told him off.
She never made him laugh like that first meeting.
Jesus.
He’d never noticed.
Standing up, he stared back toward her seat. She was sitting there, ear buds in, and her eyes closed. He stared at her, wishing they were sitting side by side.
There was so much he wanted to say to her.
As if she knew that he was watching, Matilda opened her eyes, and she didn’t look away.
‘Why?’ he mouthed.
There was that pause.
Finally, across the distance, she mouthed her reply.
‘You were happy.’
His heart ached for both of them. With that, he sat, unable to keep the emotion from his eyes. She knew he’d research her. Mattie knew he’d seek the truth.
Roman was in pain.
And as usual, it was over what he’d lost all those years ago.
Only this time, he wasn’t mourning the dead.
He was mourning the living.
* * * L i t t l e m o o n * * *
As Tori packed her bag, Julian watched her. She was moving around efficiently, trying to find everything they might possibly need.
Since they weren’t going in undercover, they wouldn’t need to worry about formal wear, or anything too unusual.
This was going to be easy.
How could they go wrong?
“What are you thinking, Victoria? You have that look on your face.”
“Why did you take this case?”
He stared at her. “Uh, to help Roman.”
“Not because Matilda Boyd pulled the twin-sympathy card?”
Julian stared at her. “What are you talking about?”
Tori sighed.
Maybe she was getting hormonal, but she didn’t like manipulation.
To her, Matilda had tried.
Right?
“Normally, you freak out when you hear dead. You know going in that there are likely going to be ghosts. You hate ghosts, so I can’t figure out why you’re being so easy going about all of this.”
He stared at his wife.
“You’re pissed, aren’t you?”
“No.”
She lied, and he knew it.
“You’re mad because you think if this wasn’t about one of our people, or a twin, that I’d be going the opposite way.”
“Maybe.”
“Well, you’re very wrong. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is now who we are. I spent way too much energy trying to avoid this kind of case. I’ve decided to go with it.”
She waited. “Really?”
“Yes.”
Tori relaxed. “Are you sure you’re fine with it?”
He laughed. “I’m so okay with it that I’m going to ask for a special favor.”
That worried her. “Uh, okay.”
“Trey, are you lurking, you sick, peeping-bedroom Tom?”
The radio clicked on. “I. Am. Always. Here.”
“Can you ditch your psychic and hop a ride with us for the next
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