You thought you knew her. Leighton—sharp, witty, magnetic—like no one else in the world. But one evening, everything changed.

It started with a strange text from an unknown number:

“She’s not who you think she is. Come see for yourself.”

Curiosity—and something darker, a gnawing fear—drove you to the address attached. The house was old, almost abandoned, shadows swallowing the corners. And there she was… standing by the window. Or so you thought.

The woman looked exactly like Leighton. Every feature mirrored—the tilt of her head, the curve of her lips, the intensity in her eyes. But the moment she spoke, the world tilted.

“I am her sister,” she said softly. “The one she doesn’t want you to meet.”

Your mind raced. A twin? But why hide her? Why send cryptic warnings? As you stepped closer, flashes of things you’d never noticed about Leighton hit you—the way she flinched at mirrors, how she sometimes disappeared for hours, the secrets she laughed off too nervously.

The twin led you through the dimly lit house, revealing truths you weren’t ready for: childhoods split by betrayal, family secrets steeped in danger, a hidden twin meant to bear the family’s dark burdens. Leighton had kept her existence a secret to protect you… and herself.

You felt torn. Part of you wanted to run, to forget what you’d seen. But another part—a deeper, more forbidden part—was captivated, craving answers from both sisters, from the hidden history that had shaped the woman you thought you knew.

And then it hit you: the twins weren’t just identical in appearance. Their lives, their choices, even their fates were entwined in ways you could never untangle. The question wasn’t just who she really was… but which version of her would you trust?

As you left that night, your mind spun, reality twisted, and you realized: nothing about Leighton was ever simple. And now, the hidden twin had pulled you into a web from which there might be no escape.