You learn it from watching.

They were not twins.

Face to face, in daylight, no one would confuse them.

The woman’s jaw was different, her nose was narrower, her eyes were set differently and were the wrong color entirely.

But on a screen, at a desk, in a passport-sized square on a form, in the eleven seconds a title clerk spends comparing a face to a license?

Maya put both hands over her mouth.