My sister disappeared 15 years ago. I was the last person she called, but I missed it. By the time I saw her voicemail, she was gone without a trace. No clues, no witnesses, nothing. Her name was Leah, and for years, I replayed that missed call in my head, wondering what she had wanted to tell me. Our family slowly gave up hope, but I never did. Two nights ago, I boarded a late train after a long day at work. As I slid into my seat, I glanced across the aisle and my heart nearly stopped.<\/p>\n
A girl looked up from her book, and I froze. Same eyes. Same scar on her neck from the childhood bike accident we used to laugh about. My throat tightened. \u201cLeah!\u201d I blurted out, half-standing. She stared at me, wide-eyed, like she recognized me but wasn\u2019t sure if she should. Slowly, she stood up. I rushed toward her, overwhelmed. \u201cWhere have you been? We thought you were gone forever!\u201d<\/p>\n
Her lips trembled as she whispered, \u201cI don\u2019t remember\u2026 anything. My name isn\u2019t Leah. It\u2019s Anna. At least, that\u2019s what the people who raised me told me.\u201d My head spun. \u201cPeople who raised you? Leah, you were twenty-one when you vanished!\u201d She shook her head, tears in her eyes. \u201cAll I know is\u2026 two weeks ago, I started getting flashes of another life. Your face kept appearing in my dreams.\u201d We sat together, and she handed me a worn locket from her pocket.<\/p>\n
Inside was a faded photo of us as kids the exact picture I\u2019d kept on my nightstand for years. Leah or Anna didn\u2019t have all the answers yet. But in that moment, I didn\u2019t care. I wrapped my arms around her and promised, \u201cWe\u2019ll figure this out together. You\u2019re home now.\u201d As the train sped into the night, I realized this wasn\u2019t the end of the mystery. It was just the beginning.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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