All that time, he'd known he was married to a woman who shared my face.
And he'd never mentioned her.
I thought about every photograph of Malcolm's family I'd ever seen.
He always said Eleanor hated cameras.
That she preferred privacy.
That she traveled frequently to visit relatives overseas.
Now I understood why I'd never met her.
She wasn't avoiding the company.
She was being kept away from me.
Until someone decided they needed my face more than my friendship.
When I reached home, my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I answered cautiously.
"Hello?"
A woman's voice spoke.
"Gloria?"
I stopped breathing.
The voice sounded exactly like mine.
Not similar.
Exactly.
"Who is this?"
A pause.
Then she whispered:
"My name is Eleanor."
My hands shook.
I couldn't speak.
She continued.
"I know what Malcolm and Daniel have been doing."
I stared at the wall.
"Then why help them?"
Her voice broke.
