Aristide did not know who he would be without his twin. She was the other half of him, without her he would not have felt completely whole, he was certain. Even this marriage of hers brought with it a sense of things being wrong.

"What about our mother? Who was she and didn't she want us?" He could see why she would have covered up her pregnancy. Their society was not forgiving of such things. But had she thought of them? Knew they were there?