Sleep would not come. Mindy Haynes lay on top of the blankets and stared at the ceiling while city lights slid across it in pale lines.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Ken Hawkins standing in that room, calm as stone, handing her truths that shattered everything she thought she knew.
A woman with her face.
A stranger built to look like her.
Files proving it all. Her chest felt tight. She turned left, then right, then onto her back again. Nothing helped. The silence of the house only made her thoughts louder.
At last she sat up, dragged both hands over her face, and decided she needed water before her own mind swallowed her whole.
She opened her bedroom door and stepped into the dark hallway. The house was quiet in a strange way, like it was listening. A soft light glowed fr
