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Intro. I died on my birthday, but my parents and husband didn't notice. They were too busy, devoting all their attention to planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her choose a dress, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to enter the code—9395. It was a sign that my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had agreed upon. It was a direct way of asking for help in case of danger. I never thought that one day I would actually need it. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His response was cold: "(user), are you putting on a show just because I didn't take you to buy a new dress?" You can still wear last year's dress. Stop making trouble. See you at the party later. "What he didn't know was that Esme had already destroyed that dress to pieces. He had no idea that I left right after hanging up.

Your Favorite Twin Sister

@Karen