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Another shallow breath.
Another tiny laugh.
“Oh my God…” Cristina whispered. “They’re both alive.”
The doctor nearly dropped his phone while dialing emergency services.
“Get ambulances and police to the county morgue immediately!” he yelled. “This is an emergency!”
But only weeks earlier, those same little laughs had echoed somewhere very different…
Not inside a morgue.
But beside the sparkling pool of a luxurious mansion in Connecticut.
Ten-year-old twin sisters Claire and Chloe Whitmore ran barefoot across the grass, throwing water balloons at each other under the summer sun.
“You missed!” Chloe laughed, dodging a balloon before launching one back at her sister.
Claire ducked.
The balloon flew past her—
—and exploded directly across the face of Patricia Langston, who had been sunbathing beside the pool.
Her expensive sunglasses dripped water.
Her perfect hair was ruined.
The girls froze.
Marcus Whitmore, the twins’ wealthy father, immediately stood up.
“Patricia, are you okay?”
Patricia forced a sweet smile through the rage boiling inside her.
“It’s fine, honey,” she said softly. “It’s just water.”
The girls walked over nervously.
“Sorry,” Claire whispered.
Marcus frowned.
“Girls, be more careful. Go play farther away.”
“No, Marcus,” Patricia interrupted warmly. “They’re just kids. Actually… I’ll play with them.”
For the next several minutes, Patricia laughed, ran around the yard, and tossed balloons with the girls like the perfect loving stepmother.