The woman sighed.
— “Look at this.”
She took out a phone.
A video.
Again.
Clara looked at her, terrified.
On the screen…
We saw Clara… talking to someone.
Laugh.
Walking down the street.
To live… normally.
But it wasn't her.
It was the other one.
“I’ve been living your life for weeks,” the woman said calmly.
“I work. I talk to people. I manage everything.”
Clara felt the ground give way beneath her.
— “And me…?”
Silence.
Then-
— “You… you’re asleep.”
