I watched my clone get carried away from Warren after faking a broken ankle. The servants were so worried about her that I could tell that whoever she was, she was loved here.

Yet, looking around, I was standing in my own garden, afraid to show my face.

Warren walked back to where I stood, making sure that no one else was around in the garden.

“She’s gone?” I asked, looking into his eyes.

He nodded. “The resemblance is uncanny. You would never know ...