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As I stood there with my mouth hanging open, someone walked around the corner and almost ran into me. I was my sister. The one that had called me an impostor before. “Oh, sorry…uh…”
“Melina.”
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” I felt terrible. I should at least know her name, shouldn’t I?
“Surely you know who I am?”
My cheeks flushed. “Yes. Well, no. I mean, I know you’re my sister, but I couldn’t remember your name. Sorry.”
There was a voice in the back of my mind saying that I wasn’t Sifayah, and she was not my sister.
I cringed as I waited for her to yell at me again.
She just sighed. “Look. I don’t know who you are really, but I want to get to the truth.”
“Me too.”
She raised her eyebrows. “What?”
“Me too. There’s something to what you’re saying. Tasha and I think there’s two people insi
