“I took a picture!” She handed me her little pink camera. Two girls standing by the cubbies.
Same height. Same eyes. The exact same freckle beneath the eye. Wren, and someone identical to her.
I didn’t sleep at all that night. The next morning, I drove her to school myself.
Kids streamed through the doors, and Wren suddenly pointed. “There she is!”
I looked up, and my breath completely stopped. But it wasn’t the girl that shattered me.
It was exactly who was holding her hand. If you want to read the full story, type OK in the comments below .
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