As I pulled into the driveway with my four kids, my daughter’s scream froze me in place. “Mom! The storm shelter door is open!” My heart raced. That shelter had been sealed for months, and only my husband and I had keys.
I sent the kids inside and cautiously walked toward it. A cold wave of fear washed over me when I heard footsteps and a soft voice coming from the darkness below. Then, to my shock, a woman emerged—someone who looked exactly like me. Same eyes, same face, same dimple in her chin. I was staring at my double.
