“Are you sure about everything you just told me?” Helen asked Rachel for the umpteenth time.

“Yes Aunt. She's one and the same person. She told me so herself. But no one is willing to believe me.” Rachel looked away. Sadness draped her expression.

“She’s the reason my husband wants a divorce.” Rachel added in a small voice laden with hurt

Helen paced the length of the room. Wanting privacy, they had moved upstairs to Rachel’s old room. Helen’s right pointy finger tapped pensively against the sharp edge of her jaw. She deeply considered all that Rachel had just told her.

“How is this even possible?” Helen spewed her thoughts...