I fought to stay calm. “Lizzy, huh? Is she new at school?”
“Yes! She sits right next to me!” Junie was already fishing in her backpack. “And she looks like me. Like… the same. Except her hair is parted on the other side.”
A strange chill ran down my back. “What does she like for lunch, baby?”
“She said peanut butter and jelly,” Junie said. “But she said she’s never had it at school before. She liked that you put more jelly than her mom.”
“I met my sister today. Her name’s Lizzy.”
“Is that so?” I asked.
Then Junie’s face brightened. “Oh! Want to see a picture? I used the camera like you said!”
I’d bought her one of those little pink disposable film cameras for her first day. I thought it’d be fun, and help her make memories. And that I could make a scrapbook for her later.
She handed me the camera, so proud of herself. “Ms. Kelsey helped take a photo of us. Lizzy was shy! Ms. Kelsey asked if we were sisters.”
I scrolled through the photos. There they were, two little girls by the cubbies, matching eyes, same curly hair, and even similar freckles just under their left eyes.
Junie’s face brightened.
I nearly dropped the camera.
“Honey, did you know Lizzy before today?”
She shook her head. “Nope. But she said we should be friends, since we look the same. Mom, can she come over for a playdate? She said her mom walks her to school, but maybe next time you could meet her?”
I tried to keep my tone steady. “Maybe, baby. We’ll see.”
***
That night, I sat on the couch staring at the photo, heart thudding, hope and dread battling in my chest.
But deep down, I already knew, somehow, this was only the beginning.
“But she said we should be friends, since we look the same.”
***
The next morning, I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ached. Junie babbled about her teacher and “Lizzy’s favorite color” the whole way, completely oblivious.
The school parking lot was chaos, cars, kids, and parents waving. Junie squeezed my hand as we walked toward the entrance.
“There she is!” she whispered, eyes wide.
“Where?”
Junie pointed. “By the big tree, Mom! See? That’s her mom, and that lady’s with them again!”
“There she is!”
I followed my daughter’s gaze and my breath caught. A little girl, Junie’s mirror image, stood by a woman in a navy coat. The woman’s face was tight, watching us.
My stomach knotted.
And then, just behind them was a woman I thought I’d never see again.
Marla, the nurse. She was older, but there was no way I’d forget those eyes. She lingered like a shadow.
I tugged gently on Junie’s hand. “Come on, you need to run along, baby.”
She skipped off, calling, “Bye, Mom!” Lizzie ran toward her, instantly whispering secrets.
I followed my daughter’s gaze.
I forced myself across the grass, my pulse thudding in my ears. “Marla?” My voice shook. “What are you doing here?”
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