Chapters (58)
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- EPILOGUE
- Teaser
It would all work out. Julia just had to become Sophia permanently. She’d already filled in at the inn and the Christmas shop a few times—the rest would be a snap. As for James, she’d already been his girlfriend for a couple of nights as Sophia, and he hadn’t noticed any difference.
Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . she’d make this work.
For now.
But then there was Sophia. Could she really get rid of her twin? Permanently. At the thought of it, her stomach soured, and she felt tears fill her eyes. Julia had felt so alone for so long. All those years, she’d sensed that she was missing something . . . someone . . . and then the miracle of that connection through modern science. Miracle of miracles, she’d actually found a sibling, and a twin sister at that! What were the chances?
Could she really destroy the miracle that fate had cast her way?
Would she be able to end Sophia’s life—one now so entwined with her own?
Her throat closed, and she told herself not to think about it.
She took in a deep breath and saw the town of Riggs Crossing appear in the distance.
First things first. She would channel her sister, become Sophia, hook up permanently with James, and get rid of Rebecca Travers forever.
How perfect would that be?
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 48
Sophia slowly regained control of her body, and as she did so, she paced the perimeter of the tiny house for the hundredth, maybe five hundredth time. It was small, compact, and locked tight. The windows were screwed shut, the door locked tight.
Fury consumed her.
Fear chased after her.
How could her own sister have done this to her? She rubbed the marks on her neck left by the stun gun.
Had it been Julia’s plan all along?
She kicked at the door in frustration.
This was supposed to be Megan’s prison, not hers!
But that had been a lie; Sophia knew it now. Of course, Megan would never have gone along with their plot; she’d been a fool to believe it, and maybe she hadn’t, really. She thought about Megan’s body, frozen and . . . somewhere nearby.
Would Julia release her?
Would she ever be found?
Flopping onto the built-in couch, she eyed her surroundings for the thousandth time. Simple layout: living area on one end with a desk cove, kitchen in the middle of the structure with a small bath at the far end. Two lofts, one on either side of the living space: a large sleeping loft complete with bed on one end, and a much smaller storage loft on the other.