"He has a type," Bree said bitterly. "One very specific type."
"But how did he find two women who look exactly alike? What are the odds?"
"Maybe it wasn't odds. Maybe he searched for it."
She pulled up the dating app on her phone. Scrolled through her old messages.
"Look at his first message to me. 'You look like someone from a dream I had. I had to reach out.'"
I checked mine. Word for word identical.
"He was looking for a specific face," I said. "Our face."
"But why?"