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Jessica had tracked down my husband first, sharing the truth with him before she found the courage to meet me. Slowly, the shock began to fade as I saw the honesty in her eyes. We sat together, sharing stories of the very different lives we’d lived. Jessica had always wanted children but couldn’t have them, while I had a loud, chaotic home full of kids. Fate had separated us, but now it was giving us a second chance. My children instantly adored their newly discovered aunt, and soon Jessica became a regular presence in our home.
 
 

 
As I pulled into the driveway with my four kids, my daughter’s scream froze me in place. “Mom! The storm shelter door is open!” My heart raced. That shelter had been sealed for months, and only my husband and I had keys. I sent the kids inside and cautiously walked toward it. A cold wave of fear washed over me when I heard footsteps and a soft voice coming from the darkness below. Then, to my shock, a woman emerged—someone who looked exactly like me. Same eyes, same face, same dimple in her chin. I was staring at my double.
The woman introduced herself as Jessica and claimed to be my twin sister. She handed me a worn envelope in my late father’s handwriting. Inside were birth certificates, photos, and letters from my mom, revealing a heartbreaking truth: my parents had been young, overwhelmed, and financially desperate. When Jessica and I were born, they gave one baby up for adoption in exchange for money—money they used to buy the very house we were standing in. My entire life had been built on a secret I never knew existed.