jaw trembling. âFor a little while.â
Zak was uncomfortable in his motherâs awkward embrace; he pushed her off him. âBut then Tommy died. And you just pretended he never existed.â
And then it was like Zak could rewind his life and watch it again, only this time through a different camera angle. His sixth birthday party, when heâd turned a corner at the restaurant and seen La-La sobbing in Momâs arms for no apparent reason. His motherâs seemingly bizarre, overwrought annoyance at every mention of his imaginary friend. The way his father would turn and gaze lingeringly at dual baby carriages on the street.
Youâre all IâweâI have left , Mom had said to him.
Have left.
Left.
All that remained. Zak was what was left after Tommy died. Everyone knew and everyone mourned.
Everyone in his life had missed Tommy. Except for his own twin. Because theyâd lied.
Lied, like Tommy had promised.
Zak had spent his life thinking he was alone. And then he wasnât.
And then he was.
Donât trust him , the voice had said.
More like âdonât trust them. â
Mindful of the tubes and wires attached to him, he folded his arms over his chest, wishing he could make himself disappear. He wanted to be away from his parents, probably forever. Never to see them again. Heâd thought heâd been angry at them in the past, when theyâd punished him or denied him something, but that was kiddie anger. Thisâthis emotion he was feeling nowâhe knew that this was adult anger.
âYouâve been lying to me. My whole life.â
âWe thoughtââ
âMichael.â It was Dr. Campbell. Zak had been so wrapped up in his outrage that heâd forgotten about her. She said his fatherâs name again and came over to the bed. âLet me handle this part.
âIâve known you much longer than the past week,â she told Zak. âYour parents brought you to me soon after Tommy died. They wanted to know how it would affect you, what it would do to you.â She shook her head and opened her mouth to continue speaking, but she couldnât. Rummaging in her purse, she produced a tissue and dabbed at her eyes.
âI owe you an apology, too. God, Zak, Iâm so sorry. Iâm so, so sorry. I told them ⦠I told them that you probably wouldnât remember Tommy at all. That your memories of him would fade. Clearly, I was wrong. Youâve been remembering him, and it took the form of your imaginary friend, your sleepwalking ⦠and then you learned about him the worst way possible.â
âWe really were going to tell you,â Dad said in the least convincing tone ever. âWhen you were older.â
âHow old do you have to be to know about your dead twin brother?â Zak asked with an acidity heâd never dared before with his parents.
âWe were worried about your heart,â Mom whispered. âAbout something exactly like this ââ
âI deserved to know!â Zak shouted, and the heart monitor beeped and pinged warningly. The three adults all hissed in a panicked breath, and Zak felt a surge of warm power at the thought of the terror heâd just instilled in them. âI deserved to know. You let me go around thinking I just came up with the name Tommy on my own, letting me think he was just my imaginary friend. And you all got to keep this secret to yourselves and never bothered to tell me the most important thing in my life .â
âI understand youâre angryââ his dad began.
Zak shook his fatherâs hand off his shoulder. âAngry? Are you kidding me? Youâve been lying to me my whole life, and you think you can just say youâre sorry and itâs okay?â
When he was younger, Zak had accidentally spilled purple Kool-Aid on his motherâs favorite skirt. Heâd apologized lavishly and profusely, but sheâd remained