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Kene's Pov

I withdraw myself from the hug as I make up my mind to explain everything going on to the Senator.

"Sir... There's something I need to explain to you." I tell him.

"Alright, go on sweetheart." He says smiling as he held both my hands in his huge palms.

His smile was really beautiful. It brought a kind of warmth I've never felt before. The kind of warmth only a father could bring. The father I apparently didn't have.

"I'm not your daughter. I look like your daughter but I'm not your daughter." I say, hoping to get him to understand. I obviously end up making him more confused as his forehead squeezes.

"You look like my daughter but you're not my daughter?" He asks, puzzled.

"Yes sir, exactly." I reply.

"What do you mean by that?" He asks, getting comfortable on the bed.

I try to put my thoughts together. How was I even supposed to explain something I didn't understand yet?

Although, my subconscious had come up with two theories. One was the popular doppleganger myth; that every single person has an exact replica somewhere in this world. That was the first logical thing that came to me. My brother had mentioned things about it before. However, I knew deep down that that was utterly insane and unrealistic.

The second which I was slowly leaning onto was that we were twins. But I just couldn't place how? How can I be a twin?

I feel conflicted as I get ready to tell him everything that happened.

"I was running home this morning when I bumped into a girl that looks exactly like me, from head to toe. That's your daughter. We were even wearing the same kind of clothes sir. Then-" He interrupts me just then.

"So you were wearing the same clothes as my own daughter?" He asks with mock interest, making me feel stupid.

"Wonderful." He says loudly, laughing.

"Sir I'm being serious. Please listen to me."

"Okay, okay fine, I'm listening." He says, comically shaking the smile from from his face.

He placed his fist on his chin as he waited for me to talk.

"I was very confused sir. Very, very. Then she ran away. I don't know where she was running to."

"Mhmm." He interjects with interest as he adjusted himself once again on the bed. He reminded me of Fatiya when she was in her gist mode.

"Immediately she ran, a car just hit her."

"Ahh." He exclaims but I could detect the humor behind it. Why isn't this man taking me seriously? I was already growing frustrated.

"Sir I'm being serious here."

"And did I say you weren't being serious?" He asks sarcastically. His phone chimes just then, interrupting our discussion.

"Oh just look at this Adanma. I really have to go now." He says as he looked through his phone. In no second, he was out of the door leaving me to myself once again.

I fall back on the bed with a groan. When I do that, I feel my head hit something. Ouch.

I sit back up to check what I had hit. It was a laptop.

Curiousity as usual gets the better of me as I open it up to look through it. The screen lights up at once and surprisingly, I was staring right back at my Facebook page.

This must be her laptop. She must have found out about me somehow and decided to look for me.

Someone knocks on the door just then. I stand from the bed to open the door but the person comes in before I can. It's Rebecca.

"Are you coming down for dinner?" She asks without completely entering the room. Dinner? Is it evening already? Food was honestly the last thing on my mind right now.

An idea suddenly comes to me.

"Please can you help me?" I ask her with pleading eyes.

She looks at me unsurely before replying. "What can I help you with madam?"

I pull her into the room and shut the door. Rebecca had a very small frame and I could tell she wasn't more than three years older than I was. I hoped she would be of help.

"First of all, please don't call me madam. My name is Kene." I tell her.

"Sh-should I call your father?" She asks looking worried.

I sigh. "Please sit down." I sit and tap the bed beside me but she goes to a chair at the other end of the room instead.

"You're Rebecca shey?" I ask and she nods. "And I'm guessing you're the maid?" She nods again.

Rebecca was really pretty and spoke good English. It would be really hard to tell she was a maid. She also looked smart. I hope she'd be smart enough to help me.

"I need you to get me out of here." I say expectantly. "I'm not crazy, I swear." I add. I watch Rebecca stand slowly.

"Err...dinner is ready." She hurries to the door.

"Help me or else I'd get you fired." I blurt out and she freezes.

"I will get you fired." I repeat with more determination. She turns hesitantly towards me.

"What do you need me to do?" She asks and I almost jump in glee.

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Adanma's Pov

"How do you feel this morning?" The nurse asks as she cleaned the wound on my knee. I wince.

Staring straight ahead, I try to wrap my head around the events of the day before.

Waking up with a pounding headache, finding myself in this hospital, the annoying lady that kept insisting she was my mother, losing my memory...

I can't remember anything.

This still made me outraged. Why can't I remember anything?

"Oww." I scream as the nurse pressed on my wound.

"Didn't you hear the question I asked you now?" She asks, sounding irritated. This bitch!!

I slap her hand from my leg hard as the bottle of methylated spirit she had been holding falls and spills all over the floor.

She clutches her hand in pain as she gives me a deadly glare.

"Are you-" She starts to yell but the doctor comes in.

"Your family is here for you. Nurse Cynthia what happened here?"

I tune out their conversation as I prepare myself to see "my family". Are they really my family?

The lady from before comes in hesitantly. The boy was also at her back. The older woman followed.

Is this really my family?

"My daughter." She says and comes to hug me. This woman and hugs sef.

I don't push her away like before though. I stay still as I let her hug me.

"Nene." A really deep voice says. The lady leaves me, making way for the boy behind her. He also hugs me and it feels even weirder.

"I'm glad you're alright." He whispers in my ear and I feel tugs on my heartstrings. I let him hug me.

The lady comes back to join the hug, the older woman comes too and in no time it was a group hug. I let them hug me.

This really is my family?

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