After putting the kids to bed that night, I sat on the couch and typed Emily’s name into Google. I wanted to find out what the truth was. I wanted to know how she could be alive after that accident.
What I found made my stomach twist into knots.
But she had a younger sister.
A sister who had survived.
A sister who had moved away after the accident, growing up in another state.
A sister who looked exactly like her.
And that was who I saw with Scott tonight.
My husband wasn’t with a ghost.
He was with Emily’s sister.
And whatever was going on between them… he had kept it from me.
My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to stop spinning.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Scott with that woman, walking out of the motel room together.
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