Twin Mysteries novel Chapter 2

We followed Andrew to the police station.

He handed me a glass of water and said: "I'm just asking routine questions. Please don't feel uneasy."

I nodded, and John gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"My sister Emily and our mother moved away after our parents divorced, when I was in high school. We haven't seen each other since."

"Can you be sure that person is your sister?" Andrew asked.

I nodded slightly, then shook my head: "The body was badly damaged. It resembles me, but I can't be sure she is my long-lost sister."

Andrew considered this: "We'll need a DNA test to confirm her identity."

"Alright... that seems like the only option," I replied resignedly.

On the way home, John asked: "Why haven't you mentioned your sister before?"

"My mother had complications during childbirth, and my sister was always frail. I was taught to make sacrifices, so my childhood wasn't very happy, and I didn't develop a strong bond with her."

John nodded and comforted me: "It's all in the past now."

Back home, I took two sleeping pills to help me sleep.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains and warmed my face.

I got up early to prepare dinner, waiting for John to come home.

"You're back! Go wash up and try the new dish I made."

I served the meal on an elegant plate adorned with delicate flowers, adding a touch of charm to the table.

John embraced me from behind, his fatigue seeming to lift: "Let's see what my little chef has cooked."

"I made steamed bass. I bought live fish from the market today. It's incredibly fresh."

I proudly presented the dish, arranged in the shape of a heart.

John's eyes fell on the fish, and his grip on my arm tightened: "Why did you add ginger? We don't like it."

I gently tapped my forehead: "Oh no, I followed the recipe and forgot. I'll remove it for you."

John picked up the fork and said softly: "Let me take care of this. You just relax and enjoy."

John examined the photos in silence.

"Please try not to be too distressed. We're committed to solving this case and ensuring justice for your sister. I'll be here to make sure that happens," Andrew said.

"I trust you. Emily was my only family. I never thought we'd be separated by death after all these years. You have to find the killer," I said, my voice breaking and tears nearly spilling over.

Andrew, not very adept at offering comfort, gave my shoulder a brief pat.

John, absorbed in his thoughts, simply said, "I'm tired," before heading upstairs.

"What's going on with you and John? He seems off," Andrew remarked, puzzled.

"It's nothing. He's just exhausted. Don't worry about it," I replied, brushing it off and escorting Andrew to the door.

When I walked into the bedroom, John was already in bed.

"Turning in early?" I asked, sliding in beside him and gently brushing his hair.

"Mm..." John shifted away, turning his back to me.

After a while, once he was certain I was asleep, he turned to face me, sensing that something was off.