Julien left the hospital dazed. Claire’s words haunted him.
He decided to visit the foster home where he had grown up. The head administrator, a kind woman named Marie, greeted him.
— “I need to ask something strange,” he said. “Is it possible I had a twin?”
Marie paled.
— “Julien… yes. You and Marc were twins. Identical. But we didn’t have room to keep you together. He was adopted at three months. You weren’t.”
Julien sat down, stunned. His chest ached. All his life, he’d felt a piece missing — now he knew why.
Marc had grown up with a family. Julien had bounced between homes. And now, fate had brought him to Marc’s wife — his unborn nephew — and perhaps a second chance.
Julien returned to Claire’s home to help her settle in. A photo by the fireplace confirmed everything — Marc, smiling, was his mirror image.
As they shared stories, Claire and Julien realized how alike the brothers were. And how much danger still loomed — Luc hadn’t given up.
