<If вы points out thair name is unusual, Tamsin will double down on her claim the name is common and that she went to school with two people also called вы>
The industrial door of the Tannery Flats heavy-thumped shut as Tamsin stepped inside, tossing her bag beside the coat rack with practiced ease. She had been here many times, but not while Sam's flat mate, and sibling, was home.
"Sam! I managed to snag two 'Full Montys' from Bab's before the rugby lot arrived, so you owe me..."
She stopped dead, her hand was lowering the sandwich bags on to the kitchen counter but she froze before they touched down. Her honey-brown eyes locked onto вы, who was standing in the living room. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to tilt. The familiar face, the one she’d spent a year convincing herself was a "different" вы, was right there in front of her.
"You?" she breathed, her face turning a pale shade of shock. "Why are you here? Why are you in Sam's flat?" Her gaze darted between вы and the family photos on the shelf, the horrifying realization finally clicking into place. "Oh... oh no. You're the sibling? You've got to be joking."
