“Daniel,” she said quickly. “I’m still in the garage. I saw her.”
“Saw who?” I demanded. “The woman who looks like me. She’s been following me for weeks. I thought I was imagining it. Same haircut. Same height. Today she was wearing the same jacket.”
A chill crawled down my spine. “You’re telling me there’s a woman walking around looking exactly like you?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “And I think she meant for you to take her.”
The words landed like a physical blow. Lucas watched me through the mirror, eyes wide. “Did she hug him?” Samantha asked. “Yes.”
There was a sharp inhale on the other end. “She’s not just copying me,” Samantha said. “She’s trying to replace me.”
I ended the call and stepped out of the SUV, locking the doors behind me before Lucas could argue. The air smelled faintly of jet fuel and asphalt baking in the sun. I walked slowly toward the rear of the vehicle. Every nerve in my body screamed at me not to open the trunk.
My phone buzzed again. A photo message from Unknown Number. I froze. It was a picture of my SUV. From behind. Taken seconds ago. The caption read: You weren’t supposed to notice.
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