22/09/2026
The woman pretending to be my mother sent me one final message.
Come before sunset. Bring Caroline. No police.
Then she sent a photograph.
Christopher was sitting on the floor of Caroline's childhood home.
His hands weren't tied.
There was no gun pointed at him.
He was drinking coffee.
I stared at the picture.
“He doesn't look kidnapped.”
Caroline took my phone.
Her face tightened.
“Because he isn't.”
Daniel looked at her.
“Then why is he there?”
“He trusts her.”
“Your sister?”
Caroline shook her head.
“I don't have a sister.”
Robert answered quietly.
“You do.”
Caroline turned on him.
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I saw her.”
“When?”
“1989.”
Caroline stopped.
She would have been a child.
Robert continued.
“William took Adrian and me to the Hale house.”
Adrian frowned.
“I don't remember that.”
“You stayed in the car.”
“What did you see?”
Robert looked at Caroline.
“Two little girls.”
Caroline laughed bitterly.
“I was an only child.”
“One girl was you.”
“And the other?”
“Looked exactly like you.”
Grace whispered:
“Twins.”
Caroline shook her head.
“No.”
Robert continued.
“Your father called one Caroline.”
“And the other?”
Robert hesitated.
“Catherine.”
The room went quiet.
Caroline stared at him.
“My imaginary friend.”
“What?”
“When I was little, I told my mother there was another girl in the house.”
My skin prickled.
“She said I invented her.”
“What did you call her?”
Caroline's eyes filled.
“Cat.”
Robert whispered:
“Catherine.”
Caroline sat down.
“No.”
Grace moved toward her.
“Mom?”
“My mother took me to a therapist.”
She covered her mouth.
“I remember playing with another girl.”
“Where?”
“The basement.”
Daniel looked toward the photograph of the house.
The white building behind it.
The first Mercer laboratory.
Caroline continued.
“She had my face.”
“Did anyone else see her?”
“I thought nobody did.”
Robert had.
And apparently William had.
We left before sunrise.
Daniel drove.
I sat beside him.
Caroline, Grace, Ethan, Robert and Adrian followed in another vehicle.
For once, nobody argued about who should go.
We were done being separated.
Two hours later, we reached the Hale house.
It had been abandoned for years.
Peeling white paint.
Overgrown grass.
One upstairs curtain moved.
Daniel noticed.
“Someone's inside.”
We approached carefully.
The front door opened before we touched it.
Christopher stood there.
I had never met him.
But Adrian reacted immediately.
“Christopher.”
Christopher looked at him.
No recognition.
No emotion.
“You're Adrian.”
His father.
“Yes.”
Christopher stepped aside.
“She said you'd come.”
“Who?”
Christopher looked at Caroline.
“My mother.”
Caroline stopped.
“I am not your mother.”
Christopher studied her.
“You look exactly like her.”
“Where is she?”
“Basement.”
Of course.
We entered.
The house smelled like dust and damp wood.
On the hallway wall were old photographs.
Caroline as a child.
Her parents.
School pictures.
Birthdays.
But then Grace stopped.
“Look.”
One photograph showed Caroline beside a birthday cake.
In the mirror behind her—
another little girl.
Same face.
Same age.
Caroline touched the photograph.
“Oh my God.”
Someone had tried to scratch the reflection away.
But not completely.
Catherine had been there.
We found the basement stairs.
Christopher led us down.
The ordinary basement ended at a concrete wall.
He pressed a hidden switch.
Part of the wall opened.
Behind it was a laboratory.
Old.
Small.
Nothing like the huge Project M archive.
Two hospital beds.
An observation window.
A film camera.
Children's toys.
Caroline stopped at the doorway.
Her breathing changed.
“I've been here.”
Robert touched her shoulder.
She pulled away.
“I remember this room.”
On one wall were pencil marks measuring children's heights.
Two columns.
C
and
K
Caroline touched the C.
“This was mine.”
Grace pointed at K.
“Catherine.”
A woman's voice came from behind the observation glass.
“Finally.”
Everyone turned.
She stepped into the light.
Caroline stopped breathing.
It was like watching time split in half.
Same gray-streaked hair.
Same eyes.
Same mouth.
But Catherine carried herself differently.
Colder.
Controlled.
She looked at Caroline.
“Hello, Carrie.”
Caroline started crying immediately.
Nobody had called her that.
At least nobody I'd heard.
“Cat?”
Catherine smiled.
“You remembered.”
Caroline moved forward.
Then stopped.
“You're real.”
“I've always been real.”
“Mom said—”
“I know what Mom said.”
“Why?”
“Because William paid her.”
Caroline's face collapsed.
“Our mother sold you?”
“No.”
Catherine's smile disappeared.
“She sold both of us.”
Silence.
“What?”
“William funded our parents' fertility treatment.”
Caroline stared at her.
“In exchange for access.”
“Access to what?”
“To us.”
Catherine walked toward the old beds.
“We were his first twin study.”
Project M.
Before the identity substitutions.
Before Daniel.
Before Emily.
Before me.
William had begun with two little girls.
Caroline and Catherine.
“What was he studying?”
Daniel asked.
Catherine looked at him.
“Whether identical children raised under different conditions remained psychologically similar.”
Grace frowned.
“But you lived in the same house.”
“Officially.”
Catherine touched one of the beds.
“I spent most of my childhood here.”
Caroline started crying.
“No.”
“You went upstairs.”
“I stayed downstairs.”
“No.”
“Some nights they switched us.”
Caroline stared at her.
“What?”
“You'd wake up down here.”
“I'd sleep in your bed.”
“Why?”
“To see whether your parents noticed.”
My stomach turned.
“Did they?”
Catherine laughed once.
“Not always.”
Caroline covered her mouth.
Her childhood memories hadn't been imaginary.
Sometimes she had been Catherine.
Sometimes Catherine had been her.
William had intentionally blurred their identities....
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