- me.
But tonight, I couldn’t sleep. As I went to the kitchen for water, I saw a woman’s back.
When she turned around, the glass slipped
from my hand.
“Sis, is that you?”
But my police instincts kicked in. I pinned her
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to the ground, staring into her face.
“Who are you? Why are you here?”
“Answer me!”
The woman struggled, but to no avail. She
hissed,
“Are you crazy? Let go of me!”
I immediately released her.
It couldn’t be my sister. She would never use
the word “crazy,” because our mother had
suffered from mental illness.
And I was the one who buried her. She was
truly dead.
My mind was racing with questions, but
before I could ask, Quintin rushed out. He
shoved me hard to the ground.
“Sarah, what did you do to her?”
“Remember who you are. I’ll report you.”
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I touched my wound, feeling the wetness of
my blood, and stared at him blankly.
Quintin quickly realized something was wrong,
and he rushed to explain.
“Are you alright? I didn’t mean to.”
He crouched down to help me up.
I dodged his touch.
“Mr. Qin, do you know her? She not only
knocked over the noodles I made for you, but
she also kept asking who I was.”
The woman’s words jolted Quintin back to
reality. His anger was palpable.
“Sarah, can you stop bringing your work
here? I hate that look of yours, like everyone
is a criminal.”
“And that’s Jake’s gift, Dr. Emily Sun, my psychologist.”
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“You treated Dr. Sun like that, don’t you want
me to get better?”
“Apologize to Dr. Sun, don’t make me look
down on you.”
Their eyes met for a second, and the woman,
who had been furious just a moment ago, was
now filled with amusement.
She extended her hand, her expression
serious.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Emily Sun, Mr.
Qin’s psychologist.”
“Since we’re all acquainted, an apology is unnecessary.‘
I noticed Quintin nervously fidgeting with his
clothes. I scoffed inwardly.
This was Jake’s gift, a perfect double for my sister. No wonder Jake was sure he’d like her.
“10
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“Sarah, Dr. Sun is here for my therapy
session. Go to bed.”
Therapy? What therapy does someone
without a mental illness need?
I swallowed the questions that rose to my
throat, forced a smile, and softly replied. “Okay, I’ll go.
“Dr. Sun, Mr. Qin just had an episode, please help him.
I stressed the word “help.”
Quintin frowned slightly but said nothing,
