After that, they barely interacted.
They had not spoken in almost 20 years.
Ever since Alma and I got married, I have never had a word about her.
I knew right then that whoever was sleeping next to me since she came back from the retreat was not my wife.
My wife was the one stuck in a basement. What kind of evil scheme had her twin sister come up with?
I grabbed my phone and called the police. This was not something I could deal with alone.
After all, my wife was being held against her will in a basement.
The dispatcher kept telling me to slow down.
"My wife is on a live camera," I said. "Someone took her and is impersonating her. The woman in my house is her twin sister, pretending to be my wife."
Two officers arrived within 15 minutes.
Detective Brooks came shortly after.
I showed them the live feed, the photographs, and told them about the birthmark.
