My twin sister came to visit me at night, her face covered in bruises. After

As Emma and I sat together, hatching our plan, a sense of determination settled over us. This wasn’t just about teaching her husband a lesson; it was about reclaiming the power he had stolen from her. I could see the flicker of hope in Emma’s eyes, mixed with anxiety about the gamble we were about to take.

We spent the rest of the evening preparing. Emma coached me on the nuances of her life with him, the little things that could give us away if I didn’t get them right. We practiced her mannerisms, her tone of voice, and even her expressions. The bruises on her face were a stark reminder of why we were doing this, fueling my resolve.

The next morning, with Emma safely tucked away in my apartment, I put on her clothes and headed to her house. The rain had subsided, leaving the streets damp and glistening in the early morning light. My heart pounded in my chest, each step taking me closer to her door and further into the unknown.