Frantic, you search for answers. There’s a phone on the nightstand, and you grab it with shaking hands. You call Rachel. She always knows how to calm you down. But when the call connects, it’s Chloe’s voice that answers.
“Morning, love,” she says, her voice warm and familiar. Your stomach turns.
“Where’s Rachel?” you demand, gripping the phone as if it might shatter.
There’s a pause. “Who’s Rachel?” Chloe’s voice is filled with genuine confusion.
Your world tilts. How does she not know? What is happening? You sink into the edge of the bed, the weight of the impossible pressing down on you. Was this some elaborate prank? A terrible dream?