When Marissa opened the door, she saw her husband—same hoodie, same face—but something felt wrong.
He didn’t greet her with a kiss, use her nickname, or get along with the cat, who hissed at him.He wandered the house, asking strange
questions about nonexistent money. Staying calm, Marissa lured him into the basement and locked the door, then called the real Hayden.
When Hayden arrived with police, the man looked identical to him but lacked his warmth.
He was Grant—Hayden’s twin, separated at birth and raised in foster care.
They’d met once in a bar, but Hayden hadn’t thought much of it—until Grant showed up uninvited.
He wasn’t violent, just lost, so Hayden chose not to press charges.
Weeks later, Hayden found him a job and invited him to dinner. It was awkward, but civil. Marissa wasn’t ready to forgive, but she tried.
Every night now, their cat curls up at Hayden’s feet. She knows the real one stayed—and so does Waffles.
