It only rings twice. “Uh…hello?” The reluctance in her voice makes me want to laugh. “Lucy?” “Hey Dash. What’s up?” I waste no time throwing down. “Why did you send your twin sister to break up with me?” There’s a long, pregnant pause on the other end. “My what? What are you talking about?” She sounds so bewildered and confused. “Cut the bullshit, would you? I saw a picture of you two on Instagram.” Nervous laugh. “Oh, that sister! I was confused for a second.” “How are you confused—just how many sisters do you have?” “Um, just the one?” “The one you had pretend to be you,” I deadpan.
