I LOST MY BABY IN THE DELIVERY ROOM—BUT YEARS LATER, MY SON SAW A BOY WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE HIM… AND THE TRUTH WAS MORE TERRIFYING THAN I EVER IMAGINED

Identical to Stefan’s.

The ground beneath me seemed to shift.

The doctors had been certain. His twin had died.

“It’s him,” Stefan whispered. “The boy from my dreams.”

“Stefan, that’s nonsense,” I said, though my voice barely held steady. “We’re leaving.”

“No, Mom. I know him!”