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to sit down on. “How?”
    â€œWell, you were adopted, right?”
    The knot turned into a wave of nausea. Trevor was adopted. He’d known about it ever since he could remember, but he and his parents never discussed it. It was like the knowledge that he had a grandfather who had committed suicide: He knew it, they knew it, everyone knew it, but no one mentioned it because it didn’t seem polite.
    McKenna just waited.
    â€œYes,” he said under his breath.
    â€œWell? Why couldn’t there have been two of you?” McKenna wrinkled her face. “I don’t mean two of you . That didn’t come out right. I just mean, twins. Why couldn’t that be possible?”
    â€œBecause, don’t you think I would have known? Don’t you think they would have told me that? Isn’t that something pretty important? Something special?” Trevor clenched his hands. “Who would do that?”
    â€œRelax,” McKenna said. “Maybe they didn’t know.”
    â€œOr maybe that’s why Gabriel freaked when he saw Trevor. Maybe he knew. He was working for my father back then. Maybe they all know, and he called my mom and she raced down here in her bathrobe because they don’t want me to figure this out.”
    McKenna stared at him. “What are you going to do?”
    Trevor thought, then said, “Nothing. I’m going to play stupid. If my mom doesn’t want me to know, I’ll pretend I don’t.”
    â€œBut then what are you going to do?” McKenna asked.
    â€œThen? Then, I’m going to find him.”

12
SAM
    Sam sat in Donald Fuller’s office, staring at the carpet. The door opened and his father spilled into the room.
    â€œWhat happened? What did you do?”
    â€œI didn’t do anything,” Sam said.
    Sam’s father rarely got mad, but when he did, his nose turned red. “You don’t just do nothing and end up getting thrown off a set.”
    The door opened again and Fuller sat down behind his desk, making a steeple with his fingertips and planting it beneath his chin.
    â€œI’d like to know, too,” Fuller said. “This whole thing is a mess.”
    Sam shook his head. “The only thing I did was talk to Trevor Goldman and I mentioned Dark Cellar . When I asked him if he could maybe get his dad to look at it, he got kind of weird, but it wasn’t a big deal.”
    â€œ Dark Cellar ?” Fuller rumpled his brow.
    â€œMy script.” Sam’s dad spoke softly.
    Fuller slapped a hand flat on his polished desk. “That’s it. Why in the world would you bother Trevor Goldman? You’re the stand-in. You stand there and say nothing. Didn’t anyone tell you that?”
    â€œThey told me, but he started talking to me .”
    â€œWhat, to ask you to step aside?” Fuller said, knitting his brows. “You broke the cardinal rule. You’re a stand-in. You don’t bother the star. Now it all makes sense. Well, at least I don’t feel so bad about you two being blackballed from the studio. I mean, I’m sorry, but I’m not that sorry. We can’t have extras and stand-ins taking advantage of their contact with the stars.”
    â€œBlackballed?” Sam’s dad muttered the word and stared at his own hands.
    â€œI didn’t take advantage,” Sam said, growing angry himself. “He asked me to play Xbox. He gave me his cell number to text him!”
    Sam held up his phone.
    â€œGive me that phone.” Fuller’s voice grew heated. “You can’t have his cell number.”
    â€œI do have it. He gave it to me.”
    â€œLet me see.” Fuller snapped his fingers and held out a hand.
    â€œNo.” Sam stuffed the phone back in his pocket.
    Fuller pointed a finger at him. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll never use it. You’ll get rid of it. You and your dad are blackballed from Paramount, but if this