My daughter Demi is 13, and yeah, I know people say this is the age when kids get “difficult,” but what we’re dealing with is way beyond typical teenage mood swings.

Recently, my daughter has been coming home from school with red, swollen eyes like she’s been crying, and she just seems so down all the time. I’ve tried talking to her, but she keeps brushing it off with, “Dad, it’s just school stuff!” I know when my kid’s lying, and this was definitely a lie.

But what really threw me was how she started acting toward my wife Nora. They’ve always had the closest bond—my daughter loves her mom more than anyone. So, when my wife asked her what was wrong, and she snapped, “Don’t touch me, don’t talk to me, just leave me alone!” then ran to her room and locked the door, I knew something was seriously off.

The next day, I decided to go to the school and figure out what was really going on.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted Demi. She was talking to another girl. What surprised me was that the girl resembled her so much. The same dark hair, the same height, and the same facial features. It was like looking at two versions of my daughter.

A car pulled up next to them. The other girl waved to Demi and hopped into the passenger seat.

When I glanced at the driver, my heart skipped a beat. It was Todd – a man I hadn’t seen in years.

called out, “Todd!” but instead of acknowledging me, he quickly looked away and drove off.

Then, I remembered Nora telling me years ago that she’d had a falling out with Todd and stopped talking to him.

I focused back on Demi, “Hey, sweetheart! Come, let’s go home!”

As we drove away, I decided to ask her about the other girl.

“That’s Sierra,. She’s in my class” Demi said casually

You two look so alike,” I remarked. “Is something wrong?” I asked.

She turned to me, saying. “Nothing, Dad. You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”

Her words sent a chill down my spine.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” she hesitated, then shook her head. “Never mind.”

I let it go, thinking it was just another one of those cryptic teenage moments.

But as I drove her home, the image of Todd and that girl lingered in my mind.

That evening, I sat in the living room, waiting for Nora to come home. She walked through the door at around 6:30 p.m.

I motioned for her to sit down. “We need to talk.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I went to Demi’s school today,” I began. “I was hoping to find out what’s been bothering her. But I saw something strange.”

“Strange?” Nora repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I saw Demi talking to a girl who looked almost identical to her. And then a car pulled up to pick up that girl. Guess who was driving?”

“Who?”

“Todd,” I said flatly.

At that time, her face turned pale.

“Oh, really? That’s… that’s surprising,” she stammered. “I, uh, I haven’t seen Todd in years.”

“You know what’s stranger?” I asked. “He ignored me and drove away the moment I called out to him. It felt like he didn’t want to be seen. Isn’t that weird?”

Nora avoided my gaze.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe he, uh, maybe he didn’t see you.”

“Nora, stop,” I said. “Something’s not adding up. Why would Todd drive away like that? And why does that girl look so much like Demi?”

At that point, Demi walked into the room

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