Emily

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Isabel walked into the apartment, feeling a mix of emotions. She had just left Dr. Lee's office, and her mind was reeling with questions and doubts.

As she entered the living room, she was greeted by the delicious smell of cooking food. Alexander was standing in the kitchen, a spatula in his hand as he stirred a sizzling pan of vegetables.

"Hey, how was your day?" he asked, looking up and smiling at her.

Isabel felt a pang of guilt. She had been so caught up in her own thoughts and investigations that she had barely thought about Alexander all day.

"It was fine," she said, trying to sound casual. "Just ran some errands."

Alexander nodded, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I made dinner," he said. "Hope you're hungry."

Isabel smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Alexander. He had been so kind and supportive, and she didn't know what she would do without him.

As they sat down to eat, Isabel couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She was hiding so much from Alexander, and she didn't know how much longer she could keep it up.

But for now, she just smiled and thanked him for dinner, trying to push her doubts and fears to the back of her mind.

Alexander, do you believe in reincarnation, someone coming back to life after being dead.

Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly as he put down his fork. "What do you mean by 'come back to life'?" he asked, his voice curious.

Isabel hesitated, unsure of how to phrase her question. "I mean, if someone was...gone, for a long time. Could they come back?"

Alexander's expression was thoughtful. "I'm not sure what you're getting at," he said. "But I think it's possible for people to...reappear, I suppose, after a long time. But it would depend on the circumstances."

Isabel leaned in, her eyes locked on Alexander's. "What if someone was...dead?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alexander's eyes widened slightly, and he put down his fork. "Isabel, what's going on?" he asked, his voice concerned. "Why are you asking these questions?"

Isabel hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Alexander's kind and curious expression made her want to open up to him.

"I've been remembering things," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Things from my past. And I'm starting to think that...maybe I'm not who I think I am."

Alexander's eyes were filled with surprise and concern, but he didn't say anything. He just reached out and took Isabel's hand, his touch warm and comforting.

Alexander's eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Isabel. "What do you mean, you're not who you think you are?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Isabel hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. She had been so close to telling Alexander about Emily John, but something held her back.

"I don't know," she said finally, shaking her head. "I just feel like there's something missing, something I'm not remembering."

Alexander's expression was sympathetic. "We'll figure it out together," he said, squeezing her hand. "I promise."

Isabel smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Alexander. But as she looked into his eyes, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was keeping a secret from him, a secret that could change everything.

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Isabel stood in front of the house, her heart racing with anticipation. This was the house where Emily John had lived, the house where she had died.

She took a deep breath and walked up the path to the front door. She rang the bell, and a moment later, the door was answered by an older woman.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked, looking at Isabel with a curious expression.

Isabel hesitated, unsure of how to explain her presence. "I'm so sorry to intrude," she said finally. "But I'm looking for information about the family that used to live here. The Johns."

The woman's expression changed, and she looked at Isabel with a mixture of sadness and curiosity. "You mean Emily John?" she asked.

Isabel nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "Yes, that's right."

The woman stepped aside, allowing Isabel to enter the house. "Come in," she said. "I'll tell you what I know."

Isabel followed the woman into the house, her eyes scanning the rooms as they walked. She felt like she was stepping into a piece of her own past, a past that she couldn't quite remember.

The woman led her into a cozy living room, filled with photos and mementos. Isabel's eyes landed on a photo of a young girl with a bright smile and sparkling eyes.

"Is that Emily?" Isabel asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The woman nodded, a sad smile on her face. "Yes, that's Emily. She was a sweet girl, full of life and energy."

Isabel felt a pang of sadness as she looked at the photo. She couldn't help but wonder what happened to her and why she had died so young?

The woman seemed to sense Her curiosity, and began to tell Isabel the story of Emily's life and death.

As Isabel listened, she felt like she was uncovering a piece of her own past, a past that she couldn't quite remember.

But as the woman finished her story ,Isabel realised that she still has more questions than answers.What has really happened to Emily john?

The woman's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Isabel. "You...you look just like her," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Isabel's eyes met the woman's, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "Like who?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The woman's eyes filled with tears. "My stepdaughter, Emily," she said. "You could be her twin."

Isabel's mind was reeling with questions. What did this woman mean? Why did she look like her stepdaughter Emily?

The woman seemed to sense Isabel's confusion, and she took a deep breath before speaking. "I'm Emily's stepmother, Victoria," she said. "And I have to say, I'm shocked by your resemblance to my stepdaughter."

Isabel's eyes were fixed on Victoria's, and she felt like she was staring into the eyes of a stranger who held the key to her past.

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