(Alexandria)
I sat cross-legged on the floor of my father's study, surrounded by shelves filled with leather-bound books and the scent of aged paper. The journal lay open on my lap, its pages delicate and worn from years of use. My heart raced with anticipation, knowing that within these words might lie the answers I had been seeking.
I had stumbled upon the truth only days ago. Well not the truth truth. After finding out I had a sister, and acquiring this journal, I found something else that got my blood revving. A faded photograph hidden in the attic had revealed the face of the twin sister I never knew about. Her name is unknown to me, but her face matches mine…. Okay, stupid thing to say but I want to know why my father kept her from me. Did she die? Is she infected? Don't I deserve to know?
Overwhelmed by emotions and questions, I knew I had to find the truth. My father's journal seemed like the key to unlocking the secrets that had been kept from me.
