Chapter 4The Imposter in the Guest Room

After the kids were asleep, I stood over Mia’s bed.

In the soft glow of the nightlight, I stared at her face. There was something familiar about her features. Something around the eyes... she looked like David.

I laughed at myself. You’re losing it, Sarah.

Around 2:00 AM, Leo burst into my room crying. "Mommy! Mia is shaking!"

I sprinted to their room. Mia was convulsing. She was burning up—a febrile seizure.