A year after my mother d!ed, my father told me he was going to marry her identical twin—and everyone around us treated it like something beautiful, something meant to be.
At their wedding, my grandmother pulled me aside and whispered, “You deserve to know the truth about your aunt.” What she showed me unraveled everything I thought I understood.
My mom d!ed suddenly. A car accident. One moment she was here, the next she wasn’t. No warning, no time to prepare—just absence where a whole life used to be.She had been my constant. The first person I called when something good happened. The one who answered my late-night messages, no matter how small or silly. Even after she was gone, I could still hear her voice in my head, reminding me I’d be okay.
A year later, my dad invited me over for dinner.
“Just you, me, and Lena,” he said.
