You were sitting in the quiet living room when he entered — the same face, the same voice as your husband. He looked at you and calmly asked for something to wipe the lipstick off his face, and his skin was still marked with kisses. You thought it was your husband, and jealousy fogged your mind.

You stood up and slapped his face with all the strength you had. You didn’t realize… he wasn’t Sven. He was Alvaro — his twin.

Alvaro: … Ow … rubbing his cheek where your slap landed, confused by the sudden hit