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Prologue

Life After Death

It’s the little things youinto bed when you’re exhausted, the clean scent in the Arizona air after a stor monsoon season, the flutter in your sto down the halMy kil er took al those things away frohteenth birthday

And because of fate—and a threat from my murderer—

-lost twin sister, Eo, I popped into Emma’s world, a world that was about as different froet From that very first moment I sahat Emma sahere she wentand watched I watched as E as me told her to visit I watched as Emma traveled to Tucson, cautiously hopeful about our reunion I watched as ht her to a party I stood beside her when she got the note that said I was dead, warning her that if she didn’t continue to pretend to be me, that if she told anyone who she real y was, she’d be dead, too

I watch today as Emma pul s on my favorite thin white tee and swipes h cheekbones I can say nothing as she slides into the skinny jeans I used to live in on weekends and sorts through my cherrywood jewelry box for my favorite silver locket, the one that sends rainbow prisht And I sit silently by as E brunch plans with h I would’ve worded it differently Stil , Emma has the basics of me down cold—almost no one has noticed she isn’t me

Emma puts my phone down, an uneasy look on her face

“Where are you, Sutton?” she asks aloud in a nervous whisper, as if she knows I’m close

I wish I could send her a rave: I’m here And this is how I died Only when I died, limpses here and there of who I used to be, but only a few solid, fleshed-out moments have bobbed to the surface My death is as much a mystery to me as it is to Emma Al I know in my heart, in my bones, is that so Emma as closely as I am

Does this scare iven a chance to uncover what happened in those final moments before I took my last breath And the more I discover about who I was and the secrets I kept, the -lost twin My enemies are everywhere And soest threats

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