I was 14 when my older sister vanished without a trace. No signs of struggle, no goodbye, just gone.
My parents did everything – police, private investigators, even psychics. Nothing. After 6 years, they declared her legally dead. I gave up.
Then… last month… she showed up at our doorstep. Alive.
But she wasn’t the same. Her eyes, her voice — something felt off. She had a child with her. A girl. She claims it’s hers, but refuses to talk about the father or where she’s been all this time.
Last night I overheard her talking in her room… in a language I didn’t recognize.
I don’t think that’s really my sister.
