I borrowed my twin sister’s identity for a harmless joke and ended up in the middle of a relationship scandal. I thought clearing her name would be simple. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
My twin sister Zoe and I had confused people since kindergarten.
Once, at sixteen, we even switched places during a driving lesson. Our instructor never noticed.
But we couldn’t have been more different.
« You made a spreadsheet to buy a couch? » Zoe asked.
Zoe and I had confused people.
« Three spreadsheets. »
« Sarah, just pick one! »
« E-easy for you to say. »
Zoe sighed. « You worry too much. »
« And you don’t worry enough. »
We couldn’t have been more different.
Zoe had always been confident. I was the opposite.
Whenever I got nervous – which happened a lot because I constantly doubted myself – I started stuttering.
« Sarah doesn’t want to go to that party, » she’d tell our mother.
