RACHELE POV
Rebecca and I ended up with a calming herbal tea.
Well, “calming” was the theory. In reality, the taste was so bitter that my tongue protested after the first sip — but I forced it down anyway, pretending it worked. I needed the illusion of peace more than the flavor.
Rebecca, on the other hand, was completely unbothered. She poured herself a second cup, humming some tune that probably existed only in her head. My twin had a terrifying ability to look composed when everything was falling apart. Meanwhile, I was one nervous breath away from climbing the walls.
“This is good,” she said, tapping her spoon against the ceramic. “Strong enough to calm my thoughts.”
“Strong enough to kill mine,” I muttered, making her laugh — the sound sharp, bright, alive.
The truth was, I wasn
