Part 2: My son h.i.t me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he sat in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.

At the time, I assumed someone had used false identification.

Now I wondered whether the bank had seen a woman who actually looked like me.

I gripped the phone.

"Trevor, did you meet her?"

A long silence followed.

Then he whispered:

"Yes."

My heart stopped.

"When?"

"Three weeks ago."

I closed my eyes.

"Where?"

He swallowed.

"At Daniel's office."

I stared at the wall.

Then asked the question I was almost afraid to hear answered.

"Did she look like me?"

Trevor began crying.

"Mother, she looked exactly like you."

***

The following morning, Detective Grant showed me security footage from the bank.

The recording was dated the day the first two-million-dollar transfer was authorized.

I watched as a woman entered the bank.

She wore a navy suit.

Silver earrings.

A pearl necklace.

Her hair was styled exactly like mine.

Then she turned toward the camera.

I stopped breathing.

It was my face.