7
I hadn’t planned to tell anyone, but after that night, I needed to say it out loud. I needed to feel like I wasn’t losing my mind.
I told my closest friend, Tessa.
We were sitting on the floor in her living room, splitting a bottle of red wine and eating olives straight from the jar like we used to in college. The TV was on and muted but playing some black-and-white movie neither of us was watching.
I told her everything. The mood shifts, the forgotten memories and the voice that didn’t quite match. I even mentioned the toothbrushes.
She didn’t laugh. She tilted her head and said, totally straight-faced, “Lena. I think you’re dating twins.”
I burst out laughing.
“No, seriously,” she said, still calm and swirling wine in her glass. “Think about it. The weird little inconsistencies,
