“No,” you answer. “I’m… just a man who got lost today.”
Luiz mutters, “Men don’t get lost in cars like that.”
You almost smile.
“Maybe I do,” you say. “Maybe I needed to.”
Your mansion is the kind of place that looks like it was built to keep feelings out.
Tall gates. White stone. Glass that reflects the sky but not the people inside. A driveway long enough to make you feel important and lonely at the same time.
The twins stare, stunned, as your car glides through the gates.
Ravi presses his forehead to the window.
Luiz’s jaw tightens.
“This isn’t real,” he whispers.
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