I was waiting for a taxi when a woman suddenly grabbed my arm.
“There you are!”
“I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong person.”
She stared at me.
“No. I’m sure.”
Then she showed me a photo.
It was me.
Same face. Same scar above my eyebrow.
“This is my fiancé, Daniel,” she whispered. “He disappeared six months ago.”
I laughed nervously.
“My name isn’t Daniel.”
Before she could respond, a man in a black jacket approached us.
The woman panicked.
“That's the man who’s been following me.”
We ran.
Later, she showed me another photo , Daniel as a child.
I froze.
It was me.
I called my mother.
“Mom, did I have a twin?”
Silence.