When I was five, my twin sister wandered into the woods behind our home and vanished. Police claimed they found her body, but there was no grave, no funeral—only years of silence and the quiet sense that her story never truly ended.

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When I was five, my twin sister walked into the trees behind our house and never came back.

The police told my parents her body was found, but I never saw a grave, never saw a coffin. Just decades of silence and a feeling that the story wasn’t really over.

My name is Dorothy. I’m 73, and my life has always …

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