asn't Liam. He had my husband' s dark hair, his height, but his face was wrong, his sm
as a stranger in my home and everyone-my parents, the marriage certificate calling him Ethan, even a faded hi
king me down until I whispered, "Okay, I'm sick," and succumbed to a life that felt like a walking death.
entence, an unimaginable cruelty cloaked in concern. Why would my own family pa
Liam Miller and a medical consent form revealing "Ethan Miller," Liam' s identical twin psychologist brother, had orchestrated a "full-immersion, manufac