
While My Husband Was at Work, the Twin We Never Knew About Came Home Pretending to Be Him
The knock came at 2:07 p.m. Marissa remembered the time clearly because she had been scrubbing the kitchen backsplash, her hands covered in lemon-scented foam. She had been wondering if Hayden, her husband, would remember to pick up oat milk on his way home. He usually did—and often brought croissants too. But Hayden wasn’t supposed to be home for another three hours. Frowning, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and walked to the door. When she opened it, there he was. Hayden, wearing a gray hoodie, his work