“There’s a really good reason why I don’t know anything about this house or the life we shared together other than the fact that I know it was brief.”

“Well, then, you need to clue me in because I have no idea how you could forget the fact that you never lived in this house. You looked at Laurel like you’ve never seen her before and yet the two of you used to work side by side and talk for hours.”

“I’m sorry. I’m seeing how difficult all of this is for you—”

“You can spare me your sympathy, Autumn. Just tell me the truth.”

“Well, then, let’s start right there. My name is not Autumn.” She held up the necklace and took a step toward him, noticing how the grooves in his forehead deepened. “My name is Summer.”

“You lied to me?” He gripped the edge of the counter like he needed to ground himself.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve never met you before in my life. You were married to my identical twin sister.”