“Emma… there’s something you need to know.”
A pause.
“Your father was not the only person who kept the truth from you.”
I slowly opened the door.
And standing there…
Was the woman I had spent fifteen years believing was gone forever.
My mother.
But she was not alone.
Beside her stood someone holding an old photograph.
A photograph of my family.
A photograph taken the year before she disappeared.
And in the photograph…
Was a person who should never have been there.
Someone I had never met.
Someone my father had erased from every memory.
Someone who looked exactly like me.
