26/08/2026
"My son got into a fight at school because another boy refused to stop calling him his âbrother.â But the second I saw that boyâs face, every drop of blood in my body seemed to turn to ice.
Eight years earlier, I had been pregnant with twin boys.
I went into labor far too soon. The delivery became complicated, and when I finally woke up two days later, there was only one bassinet beside my hospital bed.
One baby.
I looked at my husband, Mark.
âWhereâs the other one?â I whispered.
Mark lowered his head.
âHe didnât survive.â
I never saw my babyâs body.
There was no funeral I attended.
Mark told me I had been too weak, so he had taken care of everything while I recovered.
I believed him.
From that day forward, I poured all the love I had into Cole.
Years passed, and by the time he started elementary school, I had learned how to live with the grief.
Then Cole began mentioning a boy named Stefan.
One afternoon, he stormed through the front door and threw his backpack onto the floor.
âStefan called me his brother again!â
I tried to laugh it off.
âMaybe heâs just messing with you.â
Cole rolled his eyes.
âHe keeps saying we have the same dad but different moms. Itâs so annoying!â
For a moment, an uneasy feeling twisted in my stomach.
But I pushed it aside.
Children said strange things all the time.
Surely it meant nothing.
Then, a week later, the school principal called me.
âCole has been in another fight with Stefan. This one was serious. You need to come to the school immediately.â
I rushed there.
The second I entered the principalâs office, I went straight to Cole.
âSweetheart, are you okay?â
Cole didnât answer.
He simply lifted his hand and pointed behind me.
Another boy was sitting quietly near the wall.
I turned toward him.
And froze.
Same gray eyes.
Same narrow face.
Even the tiny birthmark beside his eyebrow was in exactly the same place.
It looked as if someone had taken my son and created a second version of him.
The only obvious difference was their hair.
Coleâs was light.
Stefanâs was nearly black.
My hands started trembling.
âHow is this possible?â
The principal looked at me carefully.
âWeâre waiting for Stefanâs parent to arrive. Once she gets here, I think youâll understand.â
Before I could ask another question, the office door suddenly swung open.
I turned toward it.
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