She Saw Something in the Mirror. Hours Later, I Found Someone Wearing My Dress (4 of 5)

And then I remembered something. Last Thursday. The neighbor’s dog, Cooper, losing his mind at the side of our house for nearly an hour. Barking like something was in the woods.

I’d thought it was a raccoon.

My hand gripped the steering wheel as I turned back around—

And stopped.

There, just behind my head, high up on the rear windshield:
A smudge.

I squinted.

A handprint.

Inside the glass.

Too large to be hers. And she can’t reach that high.

I stared at it for a full minute, maybe more. Then wiped it with my palm. It came off easily—dust and sweat. Maybe oil.

But Liv had been in the backseat the whole time.
So… whose was it?