Something occurred to me whilst baking cookies, so let me just leave a brief vignette here for your consideration:
The pretty Irish brunette smiled sadly as she walked out of the hospital, thumbing her mobile and sending the necessary texts. It would take a bit for the cogs to start turning, but that was fine. She had all the time in the world.
She caught her reflection as she passed a mirror. Dark hair, darker eyes. Just like her twin. The ache hit her again, a burning void in her heart. He really shouldn’t have lied to me like that. We could have been such good friends.
That’s what he does, love, Jamie whispered to her. He lies.
Janine shook her head at her twin’s voice, the one that had haunted her for the last two years. Not as well as we do, brother mine.