I kissed my wife goodbye and watched her drive off to work

a younger Sarah with braces and frizzy hair.

And then I saw it.

A family photo from a beach vacation.

A smiling Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, Sarah’s parents.

And standing beside a teenage Sarah was another girl.

A girl who was her perfect mirror image.

They had the same eyes, the same smile, the same scattering of freckles across their noses.

They were identical continue reading …