~Aaron's POV
Records wiped. Children who had no proper information, and a mother who appeared to have carefully hidden her past. The situation was becoming more interesting by the minute. The thought of it made my mind race, and I could feel the tension building in my chest, the curiosity mixing with a strange, almost painful urgency to know more. Every time I pictured the twins, their faces, the way they moved, the faint smile I had glimpsed, my heart refused to settle. I needed answers, and I needed them soon.
Just then, a knock sounded on my bedroom door.
"Come in," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.
The door opened, and Amanda stepped inside. She looked calm, almost carefree, holding herself in that way that always made her seem confident.
"Lunch is ready," she said gently, her tone light and casual.
I nodded once before standing up from the chair. "Alright."
