The Stolen Twin

Fourteen years ago, someone stole one of my twin babies. Now my daughter is back. But there’s something wrong.

The guilt never stopped. Waking up every night at four in the morning, wondering if she was still alive. Somehow, I built a new life.

Now I live in a beautiful Cotswolds home with my remaining daughter. My marriage is held together by the thinnest thread of hope. But the loss never heals. Until I walk in to find her in my kitchen.

It’s the moment I’ve dreamed about. But my new-found daughter studies me, unblinking. She plays with my husband’s attention. She whispers behind my back.

I’m not sure anymore if she’s really my daughter. And what she’s doing here.