The drive home felt like the longest of my life. My hands trembled on the steering wheel, and my heart pounded like a hammer. The images I had seen on the screen kept replaying in my mind: a woman who looked like me, sitting in my bedroom next to my husband.
I pulled over for a few seconds, trying to catch my breath. I remembered my grandmother’s words, who often said, “When you feel like the world is going crazy, remember who you are.” But who was I if my face appeared next to my husband while I was at work?
I got home and rushed inside. The house was quiet, too quiet. The only sound came from the television in the living room. Lili was playing on the carpet with her dolls, and Ionuț was in the kitchen, making tea.
He looked at me surprised. “What are you doing home at this hour?”
I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but my voice was stuck. I went straight to the bedroom. The room was empty. I checked every corner, every closet. Nothing. Just silence.
I went back down and sat in front of him. “Ionuț… who is the woman in our room?”
His face froze. He tried to smile, but the smile quickly faded. “What woman?”
“Don’t lie to me. I set up the camera. I saw her. She looked exactly like me.”
His eyes filled with tears. He collapsed into a chair and put his hands to his face. “I didn’t want you to find out like this…”
I felt the floor shake beneath me. “Find out what?”
He looked up, and his voice trembled: “It’s not a woman. It’s you.”
I was stunned. “What are you saying?”
“Isabela, you don’t remember, but… before I met you, I worked on an experimental project. A technology I was never supposed to talk about. I… I created a copy of you. A living, real copy, to be here when you can’t be. I didn’t want to tell you, but Lili saw her. And I… I couldn’t get rid of her.”
I felt a cold shiver down my spine. “A copy… of me? And you brought her into our home?”
“I didn’t bring her… she comes on her own. She’s programmed to appear when you’re missing. At first, just to comfort Lili. But then… we started talking. And, God, she knows everything. Even things you don’t remember anymore. Sometimes, I feel like she understands me better than you do…”
His words hit me like a knife. I stood up and took a step back. “You let a stranger take your wife’s place. You let her into our child’s life.”
He reached out his hand to me. “She’s not a stranger. It’s you.”
At that moment, I heard a creak on the stairs. I turned around. Lili was coming down, holding a doll to her chest. “Mommy… she’s here again.”
And then I saw her.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes fixed on me. The same dress, the same face, the same voice when she said, “I don’t want to take your life. I just want to be part of it.”
I felt the ground slip from under my feet. I moved closer to Lili and pulled her to my chest.
“No. My life is not for sale. It is not to be shared.”
I took a determined step toward my double. “It doesn’t matter what you are, what you were created to do. I am the mother of this child. I am the wife of this man. And no one, ever, will take my place.”
The double blinked, as if tears wanted to flow. Then, slowly, she turned and disappeared into the shadows.
Silence fell in the house. Ionuț was crying, Lili was clinging to my neck, and I knew one thing: my life had been tested, but not broken.
That evening, I went out onto the balcony and looked at the sky. I remembered my grandmother’s words again: “When you feel like your life is being stolen, hold it tighter to your chest and protect it.”
And then I understood: it didn’t matter how many shadows or “clones” appeared. I was me. And no one could change that.
The real fight was not with a copy. It was with the fear inside me. And, finally, I had defeated it.
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