She refused and told me that it would be a “ridiculously obvious password.”
Still, I tried it, and to my surprise, the screen unlocked.
There was almost nothing on the desktop.
No work folders, vacation photos, or even the cover photo of Milo that she normally had.
There was only one folder with a small lily icon.
I clicked it, and a video window opened.
At first, I thought it was recorded footage.
Then the image shifted.
It was a live feed.
A woman sat on the couch in a dim basement room.
She was facing down and twiddling her fingers.
She lifted her head, and I stopped breathing.
I was looking at Alma or someone who looked like Alma.
She stared toward the camera without seeing me, and I could see that she definitely had my wife’s face.
If that is my wife, then who was the woman who looked just like her, currently living with me?
I shoved back from the desk so hard that the chair hit the wall.
For several seconds, I could not move.
Then a memory surfaced.
A story Alma had told me before we were married.
She said she has an identical twin sister called Ava.
