The thought of Gianna and Kat never existing without me in the picture wasn’t possible. They were a static pair. I’d merely reached into the right pocket at the right time and made them mine. “I stole someone else’s fate, Sasha.” I twisted the knob and opened the door. “And I’m not going to give it back.” She raised a brow. “And if someone comes looking for it?” A smile pulled on the corner of my lips. “Let them come.”
