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Of wallowing in denial and clinging to the blind belief that Aslan would appear one day on our front lawn. I could picture it so clearly. I could feel him so intensely. I could touch him in my nightmares and hear him in my daydreams.
He was everywhere.
All around me.
Inside me.
Still.
I saw him at the supermarket.
I heard him on the docks.
I caught glimpses of him when I gave interviews, and swore I saw him driving away from Bunnings the last time I went to buy more marine-grade bolts for our latest prototype.
It stabbed me in the chest each and every time.
It made me choke on tears.
It made me hear that awful pop, pop, pop all over again.
I just needed it to stop.
I needed to move on.
I needed to be healed.
I was finally ready to say enough!
Ayla was three now. She’d grown into a gorgeous little girl who bewitched me body and soul. She whispered to Aslan in the shells she gathered from the beach, doing what I taught her with the shell Aslan had lost. She cried over dead jellyfish washed up on the sand and squealed in absolute glee when I started taking her swimming with Sapphire and her pod.
She completed me.
She was me.
I was whole when I was with her.
Yet when I wasn’t with her, Aslan would come for me. He’d crowd my thoughts and suffocate me with everything that I’d lost and everything I stubbornly held on to.
It’s not healthy.
It’s killing me.
I can’t—
“Ms. Avci...Nerida?” The doctor leaned forward and patted my knee. “Is everything alright?”
I blinked.
My painful fury siphoned away, vanishing into a dirty drain by my feet, gurgling and swirling, ready to crash back over me the moment I was on my own. “Is there...I mean...I’ve read online about scientific evidence of a sixth sense between twins. They can sometimes detect when another is hurt, even pinpointing the location of pain. Some are said to be mildly telepathic.”
He frowned. “You’re saying you have a twin?”
“No. I’m an only child.”
“Then why are you asking about the twin phenomenon?” He cocked his head and reached for a pen, fiddling with it.
My courage fled, and I almost told him to forget it, but with a quick blurt, I said, “Is it possible for someone to share that same phenomenon with a loved one? Someone not related but someone they were extremely close to?”
