For a second, I thought I was looking at myself.
Then I called 911.
I picked up the photo.
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My twin sister, Hannah, disappeared exactly one year before I found that Bible.
We were 16.
The retreat was supposed to be ordinary. It had the same lakeside lodge. The same church families, held together by the old ladies, Rose and Moira.
I was supposed to go too.
Then I broke my arm skateboarding three days before we left.
We were 16.