She turned toward the café like we were done.
Like she hadn’t just flipped my past upside down.
“Wait.”
She paused. Looked back.
More cautious now.
Good.
“What’s your full name?” I asked.
“That’s a strange follow-up.”
“Still need it.”
She studied me for a second.
Then—
“Felicity Ward.”
That hit.
Because that wasn’t the name I remembered.
“Not what you expected?” she asked.
“No.”
“Then you’ve got the wrong person.”
“I don’t.”
And I didn’t hesitate.
That’s what got her.
“You ever go by another name?” I asked.
She laughed under her breath. “Wow. We’re really doing this?”
“Yeah.”
Her arms crossed tighter this time.
“No. I’ve always been Felicity Ward.”
Always.
That word stuck.
Because I knew what I remembered.
“Then you’ve got a twin,” I muttered.
“I don’t.”
