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Authors: Sara Shepard
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read: TO SUTTON, LOVE DAD . The box looked unopened; Emma figured Sutton hadn’t much liked the gift. She touched a file folder stuffed with what looked like old tests and papers. A spelling quiz from fifth grade had an A-plus on top of it, but a ninth-grade book report on
Fahrenheit 451
had earned a C, accompanied by a note in red pen that said
Clearly did not read the book.
Then she noticed a paper titled “My Family History.”
I don’t know my real family history,
Sutton had typed.
I was adopted when I was a baby. My parents told me when I was a little girl. I’ve never met my birth mother, and I know nothing about her.
Emma felt ashamed for smiling, but she couldn’t help it.
Emma spotted a jewelry case toward the back of the closet; she opened the lid and sifted through Sutton’s chunky bracelets, delicate gold necklaces, and dangling silver earrings. She didn’t see the locket Sutton had wornin the snuff video though. Maybe she was wearing it now?
I looked down at my shimmering body. I didn’t have it on. Perhaps it was with my
real
body. My dead body. Wherever
that
was.
In the three-way mirror at the back of Sutton’s closet, Emma blinked at multiple versions of her stupefied reflection.
Where are you, Sutton?
she implored in her head.
Why did you make me come all this way and then not show up?
She exited the closet. When she sat down on Sutton’s bed, exhaustion flattened her like a bullet train. Her head throbbed. Every muscle felt like a wrung-out sponge. She leaned back on the mattress. It was as soft as a cloud, way better than the Kmart blue light specials foster families always stuck her with. She kicked off her wedges and heard them thud to the floor. She might as well wait here for Sutton. Surely she’d show up sooner or later.
Her breathing slowed. Fake news items swirled through her mind.
Girl Impersonates Sister at Party. Sister Is Kind of a Flake.
Surely tomorrow would be a better day.
Twin Sisters Finally Meet,
maybe.
Emma turned over on her side and snuggled into the Tide-scented pillow. The shapes and shadows in the big bedroom became blurrier and blurrier.
And with another few breaths, everything faded away for both of us.
8
COFFEE, MUFFINS, MISTAKEN IDENTITY …
“Sutton.
Sutton.”
Emma awoke to someone shaking her shoulders. She was in a bright room. Green-and-white striped curtains fluttered at the window. The ceiling was smooth and unlined. A low bureau and a large LCD-screen TV sat in the place where Clarice’s ratty dresser used to be.
Wait a minute. She wasn’t
at
Clarice’s anymore. Emma sat up.
“Sutton,” the voice said again. A blond woman hovered over her. There were tiny streaks of gray at her temples and minute lines around her eyes. She wore a blue suit, high heels, and a lot of makeup. The photo of
Sutton’s family raising slushy drinks into the air flickered in Emma’s mind. This was Sutton’s
mom.
Emma leapt out of bed, staring crazily around the room. “What time is it?” she exclaimed.
“You have exactly ten minutes to get to school.” Mrs. Mercer shoved a dress on a hanger and pair of T-strap heels at her. She paused on Emma for a moment. “I hope you didn’t walk in front of the open window like that.”
Emma looked down at herself. At some point in the night, she’d sleep-stripped off the striped dress she’d worn to the party and now wore only a bra and a pair of boy shorts. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
Then she stared at the wedges she’d kicked to the floor last night. They lay in the exact same spot she’d left them. Sutton’s silver clutch and pink-cased iPhone still sat on her desk. Reality snapped into nauseating focus.
Sutton didn’t come back last night,
Emma realized.
She never found me.
“Wait a minute.” Emma grabbed Mrs. Mercer’s arm. This had gone too far. Something was really wrong. “This is a mistake.”
“Of course it’s a mistake.” Mrs. Mercer rushed across the room and threw a pair
Fahrenheit 451
had earned a C, accompanied by a note in red pen that said
Clearly did not read the book.
Then she noticed a paper titled “My Family History.”
I don’t know my real family history,
Sutton had typed.
I was adopted when I was a baby. My parents told me when I was a little girl. I’ve never met my birth mother, and I know nothing about her.
Emma felt ashamed for smiling, but she couldn’t help it.
Emma spotted a jewelry case toward the back of the closet; she opened the lid and sifted through Sutton’s chunky bracelets, delicate gold necklaces, and dangling silver earrings. She didn’t see the locket Sutton had wornin the snuff video though. Maybe she was wearing it now?
I looked down at my shimmering body. I didn’t have it on. Perhaps it was with my
real
body. My dead body. Wherever
that
was.
In the three-way mirror at the back of Sutton’s closet, Emma blinked at multiple versions of her stupefied reflection.
Where are you, Sutton?
she implored in her head.
Why did you make me come all this way and then not show up?
She exited the closet. When she sat down on Sutton’s bed, exhaustion flattened her like a bullet train. Her head throbbed. Every muscle felt like a wrung-out sponge. She leaned back on the mattress. It was as soft as a cloud, way better than the Kmart blue light specials foster families always stuck her with. She kicked off her wedges and heard them thud to the floor. She might as well wait here for Sutton. Surely she’d show up sooner or later.
Her breathing slowed. Fake news items swirled through her mind.
Girl Impersonates Sister at Party. Sister Is Kind of a Flake.
Surely tomorrow would be a better day.
Twin Sisters Finally Meet,
maybe.
Emma turned over on her side and snuggled into the Tide-scented pillow. The shapes and shadows in the big bedroom became blurrier and blurrier.
And with another few breaths, everything faded away for both of us.
8
COFFEE, MUFFINS, MISTAKEN IDENTITY …
“Sutton.
Sutton.”
Emma awoke to someone shaking her shoulders. She was in a bright room. Green-and-white striped curtains fluttered at the window. The ceiling was smooth and unlined. A low bureau and a large LCD-screen TV sat in the place where Clarice’s ratty dresser used to be.
Wait a minute. She wasn’t
at
Clarice’s anymore. Emma sat up.
“Sutton,” the voice said again. A blond woman hovered over her. There were tiny streaks of gray at her temples and minute lines around her eyes. She wore a blue suit, high heels, and a lot of makeup. The photo of
Sutton’s family raising slushy drinks into the air flickered in Emma’s mind. This was Sutton’s
mom.
Emma leapt out of bed, staring crazily around the room. “What time is it?” she exclaimed.
“You have exactly ten minutes to get to school.” Mrs. Mercer shoved a dress on a hanger and pair of T-strap heels at her. She paused on Emma for a moment. “I hope you didn’t walk in front of the open window like that.”
Emma looked down at herself. At some point in the night, she’d sleep-stripped off the striped dress she’d worn to the party and now wore only a bra and a pair of boy shorts. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest.
Then she stared at the wedges she’d kicked to the floor last night. They lay in the exact same spot she’d left them. Sutton’s silver clutch and pink-cased iPhone still sat on her desk. Reality snapped into nauseating focus.
Sutton didn’t come back last night,
Emma realized.
She never found me.
“Wait a minute.” Emma grabbed Mrs. Mercer’s arm. This had gone too far. Something was really wrong. “This is a mistake.”
“Of course it’s a mistake.” Mrs. Mercer rushed across the room and threw a pair
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