Nathan stared at the file resting on Detective Mercer\u2019s desk.<\/p>\n
The room suddenly felt too small.<\/p>\n
Too quiet.<\/p>\n
The detective slowly opened the folder and turned it around.<\/p>\n
A photograph sat on top.<\/p>\n
A teenage girl with dark hair and cautious eyes smiled at the camera.<\/p>\n
Nathan’s breath caught.<\/p>\n
The resemblance wasn’t identical.<\/p>\n
But it was close enough to make his stomach twist.<\/p>\n
“Who is she?” he asked.<\/p>\n
Mercer folded his hands.<\/p>\n
“Her name was Hannah Collins.”<\/p>\n
Nathan looked back at the photograph.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
And again.<\/p>\n
The similarities became impossible to ignore.<\/p>\n
The shape of the eyes.<\/p>\n
The curve of the jaw.<\/p>\n
Even the small scar near the eyebrow.<\/p>\n
A scar Rebecca also had.<\/p>\n
“Hannah disappeared fifteen years ago from a town outside Dayton,” Mercer said quietly. “She was seventeen.”<\/p>\n
Nathan struggled to process the information.<\/p>\n
“You’re saying my wife is this girl?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know,” Mercer replied. “That’s the problem.”<\/p>\n
The detective slid several more photographs across the desk.<\/p>\n
Age-progressed images.<\/p>\n
Missing-person reports.<\/p>\n
Witness statements.<\/p>\n
Every page raised new questions.<\/p>\n
None provided answers.<\/p>\n
“Hannah vanished without a trace,” Mercer continued. “No body. No confirmed sightings. Nothing.”<\/p>\n
Nathan rubbed his temples.<\/p>\n
“This doesn’t make sense.”<\/p>\n
“There’s more.”<\/p>\n
Mercer opened another section of the file.<\/p>\n
Inside was a copy of a birth certificate.<\/p>\n
Then school records.<\/p>\n
Then driver’s license information.<\/p>\n
Nathan frowned.<\/p>\n
The dates didn’t align.<\/p>\n
Several details contradicted the history Rebecca had always told him.<\/p>\n
The history he’d accepted for thirteen years without question.<\/p>\n
“Last week,” Mercer said, “a routine database update flagged something unusual.”<\/p>\n
Nathan looked up.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
Mercer hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then he spoke the words that changed everything.<\/p>\n
“Your wife’s identity appears to have been created six months after Hannah Collins disappeared.”<\/p>\n
Nathan sat frozen.<\/p>\n
Every instinct told him there had to be a mistake.<\/p>\n
A clerical error.<\/p>\n
A coincidence.<\/p>\n
Anything.<\/p>\n
Yet the detective’s expression suggested otherwise.<\/p>\n
Outside the office window, rain tapped softly against the glass.<\/p>\n
Inside, the first pieces of a much larger mystery were beginning to fall into place.<\/p>\n
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