The Sister Who Was Never Supposed to Exist
They met at a coffee shop halfway between their cities.
Lauren told herself it was just coffee.
But when she saw Emily standing there with a manila envelope pressed to her chest, her knees nearly gave out.
Emily looked like her.
Not identical.
But close enough to feel like a punch to the ribs.
They sat by the window.
Emily opened the envelope.
Inside were photos. Old. Faded. A newborn baby wrapped in a hospital blanket.
Then a hospital bracelet.
Lauren leaned closer.
Mother: Carol.
The air left her lungs.
“That’s my mom,” Lauren whispered.
Emily nodded. “I know.”
She explained how she’d found the bracelet years ago. How her own mother refused to talk about it. How she’d done a DNA test and waited.
Waited.
Lauren stood abruptly.
“I need to talk to my mom.”
She didn’t wait for a response.
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