My wife of 18 years kissed me goodbye and headed off to work. I was home sick that day, curled up on the couch with a blanket and a foggy head. Not long after, the doorbell rang.
Standing on the porch was a woman dressed exactly like my wife — same coat, same smile, same eyes. I blinked, convinced the fever had finally scrambled my brain.
She laughed softly and said, “I’m her twin.”
I stared, stunned. My wife had never mentioned a twin. But the resemblance was uncanny — not just in appearance, but in the way she moved, the way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way her laugh filled the room like sunlight.
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