When Marissa opens the door expecting her husband, she is welcomed with someone who looks precisely like him, but something feels off.
What starts out as a terrifying imposter encounter quickly turns into a family secret neither she nor her husband expected. What follows is a tense reckoning that no one is prepared.
I recall scrubbing the kitchen backsplash, elbow-deep in lemon-scented foam, and wondering if Hayden would remember to pick some oat milk on the way home. He typically did, and he also brought home croissants.
