“Are you saying Malcolm’s wife is my sister?”
She hesitated.
“According to the records we’ve located, Eleanor Whitmore is married to Malcolm.”
My stomach dropped.
Then Grant continued.
“And the original birth records suggest she and you were born to the same mother.”
I couldn’t breathe.
For thirty-two years, my business partner had apparently been married to my twin sister.
A sister I never knew existed.
A sister who looked exactly like me.
A sister who had been pretending to be me.
And neither of them had ever told me.
***
I drove home with my hands trembling.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the years.
Thirty-two years of partnership.
Thirty-two years of lunches.
Meetings.
Birthday celebrations.
Malcolm attending Henry’s funeral.
Malcolm watching Trevor grow into adulthood.
All that time, he’d known he was married to a woman who shared my face.
And he’d never mentioned her.
I thought about every photograph of Malcolm’s family I’d ever seen.
