Episode 3: The Girl Who Looks Like Me
I stood there, holding the photograph, staring at my father.
For the first time in my life, I was genuinely afraid of him.
"Dad, who is the other baby?"
He walked towards me slowly.
"Give me that photograph."
"No! I want answers. Mum said I have a sister. Why have you never told me?"
He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Your mother was sick before you were born. She wasn't thinking clearly. There was never another child."
I wanted to believe him, but the birth certificate in my hand said otherwise.
"Then why does this document have two names?"
He looked at it.
His expression changed.
"Where did you find this?"
Before I could answer, my phone vibrated.
Unknown Number:
"Ask him what happened on the night of October 14th, seventeen years ago."
I looked at my father.
"What happened on October 14th?"
He stood up immediately.
"Who have you been talking to?"
I didn't answer.
He grabbed his car keys and walked towards the door.
"Pack your things. We're leaving tomorrow morning."
"Where are we going?"
He turned around.
"Somewhere safe."
I knew he was hiding something.
As soon as he left the room, I opened the letter again. There was a second page I hadn't noticed.
It contained an address and a name.
ELENA ADEBAYO.
I searched the name online.
Nothing.
Then I remembered something. My university had recently admitted a transfer student with that exact name.
I opened my class WhatsApp group and searched for her number.
I found it.
My hands trembled as I sent her a message:
My hands trembled as I sent her a message:
"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but I think we need to talk. Is your mother's name Margaret?"
She read the message.
I waited.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Then she replied:
"Who gave you my number?"
I typed:
"I think we're sisters."
She started typing.
Stopped.
Then sent a photograph.
It was a picture of her standing in front of a mirror.
I stared at it.
Same eyes. Same nose. Same face.
It was like looking at myself.
But her next message was what truly frightened me.
"I know who you are. I've been waiting seventeen years to meet you. But there's something your mother never told you..."
Before I could reply, another message came in.
"One of us was never supposed to survive."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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