My twin sister came to me at night, and her whole face was covered in bruises: after learning that her husband did it, we decided to switch places with her and teach this man a lesson that he will definitely not forget.
“Is that him?” I asked quietly. “Your husband?”
Emma looked at me. There was weariness and pain in her gaze, a look that made me want to turn away. We were twins, and I knew that face all too well. Seeing it like that was especially hard.
We had always been almost identical. With age, small differences had appeared, but to strangers, we were still like reflections in a mirror. People confused us in stores, on the street; even old acquaintances sometimes made mistakes.
And that’s when a thought popped into my head that made me feel uneasy. Dangerous, wrong, but surprisingly clear.
What if we switch places? What if I’m in his place? What if this time her husband faces not a frightened woman, but someone who isn’t afraid of him at all?
I looked at Emma and realized she was thinking the same thing. The decision was made without further ado.
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