I turned around.
And my heart stopped.
She was standing there. Nina. Alive. Breathing. Different — shorter hair, glasses she never wore in my world, a scar on her chin I'd never seen — but unmistakably her.
"I'm sorry," she said, noticing my expression. "You must be Alex. I've seen your photos."
"Who... who are you?"
"I'm Nina's sister. Twin sister. Mira."
Twin sister. In my world, Nina was an only child. Here, she had a twin.
A twin who looked exactly like the woman I loved.