I wondered if now that I knew the horrors of this place, Sara would finally tell me about Clark. So, I asked again.
"Sara, I know you said it's taboo to say his name, but... can you tell me what happened to Clark?"
The moment his name left my lips, her entire body tensed. She went pale—deathly pale—her wide eyes darting around the room as if something, or someone, might be lurking in the shadows, listening. Watching.
She looked terrified.
And yet, we were alone. Weren't we?
My chest tightened. Why does she always react like this? Every single time I mention him, it's like she's afraid reality itself might crack open and swallow her whole.
What really happened to my twin?
Sara shook her head, violently, in pure denial. She wasn't ready to talk. And I could see it in her eyes—maybe she never would be. The fear, the hesitation, the sheer dread—whatever happened to Clark wasn't just bad. It was something unspeakable.
