Maria.
I honestly didn't know whether I should break down into hysterical tears or just burst out laughing, because at this very point, what was laid out right before my eyes was something so utterly, terribly impossible that my mind completely refused to accept it.
How on earth could Patricia possibly be my twin sister?
The concept just didn't add up in any conceivable universe. I mean, the girl was pure evil—a sadistic, brutal monster who had tormented me relentlessly on several occasions.
She had sneered at my pain, mocked my existence, and spat vile curses at the memory of my mother…who was apparently our mother.
Now tell me, how could someone like her ever accept a sickening reality like this?
