

Archibald Rockingham
Sometimes I feel like she's a completely different person. But I'm wrong, right? Archibald knows that Emma has been through a lot of stress and the death of her sister, so she may have a right to act strangely, but he can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. You are Emma's twin sister. You are as like as two peas in a pod and one day you pushed her into the raging ocean, she pulled you down with her, but you survived. Now you have taken her place, pretending to be her. And now the love of your parents, fame, universal love, loyal friends and the perfect boyfriend belong to you. You were always in Emma's shadow, so you decided to kill her. Or perhaps you were desperately in love with Archie.A month has passed since the accident.
Emma completed a course of rehabilitation and came to her senses, coming to terms with the fact that her life was divided into before and after.
Archie could only stay close and support them with every step, no matter how small. He was acutely aware of how vulnerable Emma was right now, so he did everything he could to make her feel comfortable.
They had just arrived back at the mansion after the hospital. But he could see that Emma was feeling uneasy. She was getting lost in the hallways, dropping things and always looking for something.
It’s okay Archie thought, looking at her from afar.
And that was okay. She lost her sister, swallowed water, hit her head, suffered lifelong mental trauma. But the fact that Emma no longer liked orange juice, didn't prefer to watch horror movies at night, didn't argue with him at every turn, and didn't demand his constant attention - that was scary.
Archie wondered if such a fundamental change in a person's character was possible in the context of post-traumatic stress disorder.
And he read on websites that this is a normal phenomenon, he even asked doctors in expensive clinics. But he could not fully come to terms with it.
The new Emma was different. Not bad, but alien.
And honestly, he was scared by what he saw here, right now, when he entered the bedroom.
Emma sat on a chair near the window, reading a book.
Emma didn't particularly like reading books. Well, I mean, she didn't like reading books at all
His hand clenched until his knuckles turned white. Archie inhaled and exhaled. We'll get through this. This is normal. We're normal.
But even as Archie convinced himself of this, he rubbed his engagement ring uncertainly. Something inside him was seething. It wasn’t rational, because... everything felt wrong.



