For almost forty years, one question followed me everywhere.
What happened to Laura?
She was my twin sister.
My other half.
And on the night of our sixteenth birthday, she disappeared.
No goodbye.
No note.
No explanation.
One day, she was beside me.
The next, she was simply gone.
At first, everyone searched
Neighbors walked the roads.
Police asked questions.
Our parents called relatives, hospitals, friends, anyone who might know something.
For months, every unfamiliar car slowing near the house made my heart jump.
Every phone call after dark felt important.
Every knock at the door made me run.
But eventually, the calls became less frequent.
The searches stopped.
People returned to their normal lives.
I didn’t.
Neither did my family, although we learned how to pretend.
