MEETING Wendy felt almost unreal to the twins. It was as though time paused for a few seconds and resumed in slow motion.
“Hi, boys,” she had greeted, her voice soft and polite, that easy smile curving her lips as she placed the plates before them.
And then she was gone.
The kitchen doors swung shut behind her, leaving Gabriel and Gaddiel staring at the space she had just vacated as if she might reappear any second.
George noticed the stillness.
He cleared his throat gently.
“Alright, boys,” he began in his calm, steady voice. “That was Wendy, my daughter.”
Both heads snapped toward him at once.
“Your daughter?” Gabriel repeated, eyes wide.
Gaddiel leaned forward.
“Like… your actual daughter?”
George raised a brow, amused.
“Yes. My actual daughter.”
The twins looked at each
