“Zero percent,” Brady whispered. The test results were definitive. despite the 53% German ancestry we both shared, there was absolutely no biological relation. We weren’t brothers. We weren’t cousins. We were strangers.
The silence that followed was different than before. It was the silence of absolute confusion. How? How do you explain two human beings printed from the same mold with no connection?
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“Doppelgangers,” the expert said. “True doppelgangers.” It was a phenomenon rare enough to be a myth, but here we were. We were proof that sometimes the universe just runs out of unique designs.
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We didn’t hug. We just laughed. A loud, bewildered laugh that broke the tension. We weren’t family, but we were something else. We were a statistical anomaly. A two-person club that no one else could join.