Frantic, I searched for answers. There was a phone on the nightstand, and I grabbed it with shaking hands. I called Rachel. She always knew how to calm me down. But when the call connected, it was Chloe’s voice that answered.
“Morning, love,” she said, her voice warm and familiar. My stomach turned.
“Where’s Rachel?” I demanded, gripping the phone as if it might shatter.
There was a pause. “Who’s Rachel?” Chloe’s voice was filled with genuine confusion.
My world tilted. How did she not know? What was happening? I sank onto the edge of the bed, the weight of the impossible pressing down on me. Was this some elaborate prank? A terrible dream?