chapter 22

At lunch break, back at school, Alan ran up to the roof, hoping Anna would be there. But she wasn’t... She'd been avoiding him since their last conversation at home.

He thought things would get easier once she figured things out…

However, Anna was completely unpredictable; he couldn’t even tell what to do anymore.

He scanned the yard, spotting his twin sitting and chatting with the team near the playground. He shook his head in frustration and dropped himself on the cold floor.

He raised his head to face the sky and drifted away—back to the day of the accident.

A younger version of him, with green eyes and black silky hair, ran around with a basketball—excitement rushing through him. Every move, every step was spontaneous and effortless; the ball was part of him.

An old man in a black suit watched him with joy.

“Young Master, you need to freshen up. Your father will be here any minute now—you’ve got to be ready.”

The boy jumped high to shoot.