Page 73 of Don't Trust Her

Now I’m doing the one thing I can think of to draw her to me. The town is having its annual fall festival, and Peter is at the parade with the kids along with most everyone else. I don’t know where David is, or if Claire is with him. I haven’t asked, and he hasn’t offered.

It’s just as well that I’m sitting at a bench alone scrolling through social media on my phone. I don’t feel like talking with anyone or even looking at anybody I know. I’m the local pariah, and people now cross the street to avoid me.

All because my twin wouldn’t reach out to me like a normal person. She thought ruining my life would be so much more fun. I hope she’s enjoying it because someone should. I’m completely miserable and have no idea what my future holds. It doesn’t look good at this point.

I push my ice cream scoop around with the plastic spoon. It’s almost melted now. I wouldn’t have bought it, but Sophie insisted, and I couldn’t say no to her.

“There you are,” says a familiar voice behind me.

The same voice as mine. But I didn’t say anything.

That can only mean one thing.

I whip around, breaking into a cold sweat.

The sight of her takes me aback. Not only does she have my face, but her hair is exactly the same. So is her makeup. No wonder people think she’s me. If I wasn’t in my own body, I might think so, too. At least she isn’t wearing my tank top.

“Cat got your tongue?” She flips her hair back just like I do. Either she’s been watching me, or it’s genetics. I don’t know which option creeps me out more.

“What do you want?”

“No hello? Or warm welcome?” She frowns.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Obviously.” She sits across from me.

“What’s your name?” I demand. All this time, I’ve been thinking of her as my twin or doppelgänger or lookalike, or even just ‘she.’ I’ve yet to have a name as a reference.

“Let’s go with Angelina.”

I narrow my eyes. “Let’snot.”

She shrugs.

“You’ve been destroying my life. The least you can do is tell me your name.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!” I hate that she so easily pushes my buttons.

“Fine.” She taps her fingers, holding the silence for what feels like an eternity, then extends a hand across the table. “I’m Jane. It’s nice to meet you, Angelina.”

I don’t shake her hand. “Your number was in Peter’s pocket.”

A slow smile spreads across her face. “He didn’t even know. It was there for you to see, dear sister. I’m glad you found it. I mean, I figured you would since his pants were already in the laundry when I stuffed the number in them.”

I rub my temples. “He thought you were me the whole time.”

“He did.”

“Why are you trying to ruin everything I hold dear?”

“I’m not the one cheating on my husband with his brother.”

Shedoesknow about that. Why hasn’t she tried to spend any time with David?

“What do you want?” I stare her down.

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