I couldn't believe it. I'd sent her back, but I hadn't thought she would. A one-sentence, one-line email out of the blue—You have my attention, Meerkat. Come back and we'll talk.—and now she's on my doorstep. I'd expected some kind of response, but not that. Not the twin of the woman who destroyed my life, knocking on my front door in her dress-up finery, looking like a Halloween imitation of the woman I hated most in the world.
She started out threatening me, which was a nice gesture. "I told my best friend exactly where I am," she stumbled out. The fabrication was so obvious it was pathetic. This woman alone. I saw that in her eyes—the fear, the desperation, the naked vulnerability she was trying and failing to hide. And yet, I opened the door and made her a vow. An empty one, maybe, bu
