My Twin Trusted Me With a Secret — And We Handled It Our Way

My twin sister came to visit me at night, her face covered in bruises. After learning that her husband had done it, we decided to switch places and teach him a lesson he’d never forget

It was raining again outside. It had been pouring for several days now, making everything around me feel gray and sticky. I sat in the kitchen, mechanically stirring my long-cold tea and thinking of anything to escape that nagging unease.

The doorbell rang unexpectedly. The cat twitched and jumped off the windowsill. I immediately tensed. No one comes to me at this hour without a reason.

I looked through the peephole and froze. Emma was standing on the landing. My sister. Her hair was wet, her raincoat thrown hastily over her housedress, her face pale. Even through the cloudy glass, it was clear something bad had happened.