For 16 years, Lisa is living under the name of her twin sister, Reese. She didn't have a name to keep. Reese is not born healthy and as her twin sister, Lisa became the source of her sister's life for years. The only identity that she can keep is be...
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⚠️ Author's Note: Please be advised that there is a small part of this chapter that contains a very sensitive topic. This chapter has no intentions of glorifying any kind of self-harm. It's okay to skip this chapter. Read at your own risk.
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I looked at Jungshin on our way home. His eyes are fixed on the window and he is oddly quiet. He looks confused and I am honestly getting anxious because of that.
“Hey.” I called softly and caressed his hair. He turned to look at me and gets on my lap. “I’m sorry about what happened back there. Mom and Lucas is just having some misunderstanding right now.” He just nodded and puts his head on my shoulders. I sighed and just kissed his forehead to let him sleep.
I felt my phone vibrated and saw Lucas’ number on my screen. I rolled my eyes and turned it off. In a matter of seconds, it rings again. It is an unknown number and my guts are telling me that this is Jungkook. I did not answer that too and a message slip through my mail. And I’m right, it’s him. There is no way he won’t know my number if Lucid found me.
The moment we reached home, Jungshin is soundly sleeping and I tuck him in his room. My eyes looked at the mural painting on the wall and remembered my sister. She likes painting the sky, the trees, the seashore and everything she missed to see for 18 years in the broad daylight. She paints them like how she see them on television and she makes them so realistic just like this. I remember how fascinating to watch her do it, I get to sleep sometimes. The sound of her brush against the canvas is so therapeutic that I sometimes forget about my hard times with Viper before.
I sighed and just kissed my son’s forehead. I frowned when I noticed that familiar signature on the corner of the wall. I didn’t notice it the first time because the side table is almost covering it. I decided to move the table to see the entire signature and my jaw dropped recognizing it.
It’s Reese’s. This painting is made by my sister. My hands are trembling when I brushed my hair. Who owns this place? I stood up from there and quietly closed the door before getting my phone in my pocket. I dialed Lucid’s number. He never changes it. He wanted me to always have the chance to call him and be assured that he will answer.
“Lucid.” I called as I walk to the kitchen.
“Finally!” He answered. “You promised you’d call.”
I can’t help not to smile. “I didn’t. As far as I can remember, you hacked my program and told me my team sucks.” I answered and gets some ice pack for my aching head.
“Aw. You’ve got a pretty good memory huh.” He answered as I sit on the counter.
“What did you tell Jungkook?” I asked.
“Pretty much everything. Nessey, you’re an ass for not telling him you had a son.” He said, making me sigh and lower my gaze.
“I know. I cannot argue with that. I was too mad back then. Tell me, who owns this place? I saw my sister’s signature on the mural painting.” I said and continued pressing the cold compress on the top of my head. God, this is not helping.
