Page 49 of The Twins

I have to do this. Lying to our woman is a no-go, but I don’t have another option right now. “It’s all good. Listen, I was wondering. Remo claims you said he murdered innocent children.”

This isn’t a conversation to be held on a telephone that people like my brother probably spy on back in Georgia and Maryland, but whatever. I’ll take this risk if it means that I can get my brother back to normal mode.

“Oh?” Grey clears her throat. I hear water. Charles says something, but I can’t understand it. They’re in the bath like Charles, and I planned it. At least one of us is keeping up with the emergency schedule.

“Sugar puff, please. Tell Charles to speak louder. I can’t hear a word he says.” Noise drips down their line, numbing my ears. I put my phone on speaker.

“That’s what my mom said to Remo right before we killed her,” Charles explains.

Rubbing my forehead, I let out a sigh. Of course, Grey would never say such a thing to Remo.

“Where’s Remo? Can I please speak to him?” Grey asks, her voice soft. She’s in control of herself at this moment. Remo didn’t pick her up from work, breaking his promise to her. She keeps insisting that we don’t have to play pickup and that she can afford to call a car service or a cab. Today, she proved herself.

I will observe her over the next couple of days, but, thus far, my strong sugar puff is working past the incident.

“I’m right here,” Remo says, and I almost drop my fucking phone. He stands next to me like a ghost, but he’s right there.

He’s back.

Thank fuck.

“Are you okay? I was waiting for you. I miss you,” Grey says, and he bows his head, taking a deep breath.

“I apologize,” he says. It comes from his heart, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was about to cry. “I got caught up thinking about things I can’t control anymore.”

“You mentioned the children,” I remind him, but, at the same damn time, I hope he won’t go back into freak mode.

“It’s true,” he says. The nonchalance kills me. “I murdered innocent children.”

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