e's

tretched until it felt heavy en

d against the floor. His face had gone tight. "We

seated. "

from Spencer McCartney. A man like that doesn't take accusations lightly. You start pointing fingers at him, even if you're wrong, and things can go

it, but he was more afraid of Spencer McC

mother," he added, almost like he needed to say

the door. The guard opened

ast the disappointment. He wasn't going to talk. Not today. Maybe not ever.

ietly and lef

and checked the time. I still had a little while before I needed to be back.

asn't f

, maybe she would. Maybe she could make him tell the truth

off the high ceiling. I didn't know exactly which floor the bridal store was on. I needed to find

e restroom sign. My bladder has been complaining since

a stall, finished quickly, and came out to the sinks. I washed my

the door open hard a

d low: "Someone help me.

one slipped from my hand and hi

er, and the w

ad my

ht dark hair, same length, falling the same way. The same mouth. Same

the same way I wa

nough that I felt it in my throat. I lifted a hand without thinking and touched my own cheek, needing the solid proof of skin under my

a step

k a ste

stretched un

ame time, the same words, the

you look

er human being standing in front of me wearing my exact face, and the ter

It felt like looking into a mirror t

s Chloe,"

d, voice soft with d

r of us moved. Then

believe another person in the world looks exac

ne who even came close. This is-" I gestured between us, helpless. "This is insane.

and grabbed mine. Her

. I'm running from someone who will never let me go. If they find me they'll drag me back and

nce suddenly less shocking th

arting to race. "Who's after

arried from the hallway outside. Heavy

mpled. Tears sp

, the words breaking apart. "

ran out of the restroom. "Wait-" I

lind. "Shit." I shoved it into my pocket. I couldn't just l