Ten years.
I' d spent ten years in this world, building this life.
The System, my strange ticket out of Ohio, showed Mark' s affection for me at a solid 100%.
It glowed on the small, invisible interface only I could see.
Mark Thompson, my husband, tech CEO, rich and handsome.
Our son, Leo, smart, already showing signs of his father' s brilliance.
We lived in a big house in California, the kind I only saw in magazines back home.
I looked at the affection score one more time.
"Permanent stay confirmed," I whispered to the System.
No more gray Ohio days, no more feeling like nobody.
This was it, my perfect life, earned and secured.
I smiled, a real, deep smile.
Then the doorbell rang.
Mark opened it.
A woman stood there.
Chloe Davis.
I knew her name from the stories Mark told about college.
His first love.
She looked a lot like me, an unsettling amount.
Mark froze for a second.
Leo, who was usually shy with new people, ran towards her.
"Aunt Chloe!"
My smile vanished.
Mark' s attention snapped to Chloe, then to Leo.
He looked at me, not with concern for my feelings, but with a strange fear.
Like I might do something to upset Chloe.
"Sarah, this is Chloe Davis, an old friend from college," Mark said, his voice a little too bright.
Chloe smiled at me, a dazzling, practiced smile.
"So nice to finally meet you, Sarah."
Her eyes scanned me, quick and sharp.
I felt a cold knot in my stomach.
The 100% affection score on my System display suddenly felt like a lie.
Mark was fussing over Chloe, getting her a drink, asking about her art.
Leo clung to her side, chattering happily.
I stood there, a stranger in my own living room.
The System had brought me here to find love, to build a family.
I thought I had.
But watching Mark and Leo with Chloe, a terrible thought hit me.
Maybe I wasn' t the original.
Maybe I was just the replacement.