Ted and Kristin turned. The voice had been Sutton's, but Sutton's mouth hadn't moved. Kristin was very confused as to how she did that. It all made sense when they saw who was behind them. Standing in the doorway behind them was their actual daughter. Kristin's head went from Sutton to Emma and then back to Sutton. She looked at her husband. He looked scared and angry, "What the hell is going on?"

"Oh right you guys haven't technically met. Mom, Dad, this is my identical twin sister Emma."

"What do you mean we haven't technically met?" Ted questioned.

"Well you see right after we got back from Paris Emma and switched places. She was on the run and I wanted to follow a lead on our birth mother. She took my life and I took hers."

Ted turned back to Emma, "Ethan maybe you should go."

Ethan turned to Emma, "We'll talk later," he said, kissing her on the forehead before pushing his way past Sutton and out the door. The door closed and for a moment the room was dead silent. No one knew what to say next. Sutton was smiling as if this was no big deal. Emma looked terrified. Her arms were crossed over her body and she had turned away from them slightly. She looked down at some random spot on the floor. It looked as if she was afraid they were going to hurt her.

"Alright," Ted began, "Here's what's going to happen. The two of you are going to follow us home in Sutton's car where we will discuss this matter further. Agreed?"

Laurel sat in the passenger seat of Sutton's BMW waiting for Sutton to come back out. She'd told her everything on the way here. She'd admitted that it was Emma who had been there for her. As she waited for everyone to come out she started thinking about the conversation she'd just had with Sutton. She'd been in utter disbelief for most of the car ride. She still wasn't entirely sure she believed it.

Twenty Minutes Earlier

"Alright I'm in the car," Laurel started as the car exited the driveway, "What is so important that I have to go with you to the cabin right now?"

"You know how you said I've been acting like two completely different people," her sister started, keeping her eyes on the road ahead.

"Yeah. You're not going to tell me you have a long lost twin sister and she's the one that's been so nice to me."

Sutton remained silent. She glanced at Laurel and then put her eyes back on the road. That was not a good sign.

"Oh my god," Laurel stated, realizing she wasn't wrong.

"Her name is Emma," Sutton continued, "And yes, she is the one that you actually like. She's staying at the cabin. The same cabin Mom and Dad are headed up to for a romantic weekend."

"Pull over the car," Laurel demanded.

"What?"

"Pull over the car now, Sutton," Laurel shouted.

Sutton slowed the car and pulled completely off of the road. Laurel got out and tried to catch her breath. How the hell was this happening? She moved maybe ten yards down the road, but stopped when she heard Sutton's door slam. She didn't turn, "Laurel," Sutton started.

"This is not happening," Laurel stated shaking her head, "You're telling me that a stranger treats me better than my own sister?"

"Technically she 's your sister too."

"You were mine first," Laurel shouted, "You treated me like dirt for no reason at all. You acted like I wasn't good enough for you. What did I do to deserve that?"

"Nothing," Sutton muttered.

"Then why? Why do you hate me so much?"

"I was jealous, okay." Sutton shouted.

"Of me?"

"Yes you. Laurel, you are our parents' daughter. People get to tell you that you have Mom's hair, Dad's intelligence. I don't get that. When people say I'm as stubborn as Dad it hurts. I hate the fact that I don't know anything about my background while you get to know every single detail. I hate the fact that Mom and Dad are so open with you about our family history while at the same time denying me the same luxury."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? You hate me because I exist. That's not exactly comforting."

"I'm sorry," she cried.

"No you're not," Laurel stated, "You never feel remorse for anything you do."

Sutton didn't respond immediately. She looked like she'd just been struck. Her eyes were cast down. Finally, she dared to look at Laurel. Her eyes glistened with tears, "Fine. Don't believe me. It doesn't matter to me either way."

She turned on her heels and stomped back to the car. Laurel watched, expecting her to just drive away and leave her there. They were only a mile or two away from home. Laurel could easily walk back if she needed to. She started to leave, waiting for the sound of the engine, but it never came. She finally looked back to see that the car was exactly where it had stopped and Sutton was leaning against the passenger side door.

Something about her sister's position made her go back. She didn't look like she didn't care. It was the most vulnerable she'd ever seen her sister. Maybe she did feel bad about everything. Maybe this Emma girl had done some good with her. She took a seat on the ground next to Sutton, but she didn't say anything.

"I thought you were leaving," she stated, not looking at Laurel.

"I thought you didn't care."

"I don't," Sutton snapped.

"Then why are you sitting on the side of the road crying?"

"I'm not crying. I have dust in my eyes."

"You know you can show some sort of emotion on occasion."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you don't let anyone in. Sutton, I'm your sister. You can trust me with anything."

"You know you're the second sister to say that to me in the past two days."

Laurel smiled, "We should probably get to rescuing her shouldn't we?"

"Probably."

Sutton and Laurel pulled themselves to their feet and Sutton began to walk around to the driver's side, "What are you doing?" Laurel questioned.

"Getting in the car."

"No way am I letting you drive. Give me the keys."

"What? No. You're lucky I let you get in this car. You're not driving it."

"Sutton, you were already concerning me before all of this. Now I'm certain you shouldn't be driving. Give me the keys."

Surprisingly, Sutton handed over the keys. She was obviously unhappy about it, but she did it nonetheless. She rolled her eyes and pulled open the passenger door. Laurel smiled and then hopped in the driver's side. Whatever happened next, at least she had this one conversation with Sutton. They'd made headway and it was up to both of them to make more of it in the future.

Present Time

She saw the door to the cabin open and opened her own door to meet them. It was only Ethan? What the hell was he doing here? Apparently Sutton had not told her everything that had happened. He spotted her standing by Sutton's car and looked as confused as she felt.

"Ethan? What are you doing here?"

"How much do you know?" Ethan questioned, cautiously.

"You mean about Emma? I know she exists. I know they switched places. How much more is there for me to know?"

"A lot, like the fact that I'm not Sutton's boyfriend. I'm Emma's. I was Sutton's secret boyfriend but when I realized that's all I was ever going to be I broke up with her."

"And got together with her sister?"

"She likes me for me. She doesn't play games. She's the most honest person I've ever met. I love her. Ask Emma and Sutton about how this all happened. I'm sure they'll be happy to explain when they're ready."

Ethan walked around to the side of the house without letting Laurel respond. He pulled his bike around and Laurel watched as he drove off. She would definitely have to ask about Ethan. She knew what a good story sounded like and this sounded like a great one.

Sutton followed close behind her parents, trying to contain the fear that was starting to consume her. Emma was beside her and she wasn't helping matters. She looked terrified. It was her dad, however, who'd started to worry her. He looked furious. There was no telling what was going to happen next. At this point, she was just glad that she'd finally come clean. She stepped out onto the porch and nearly ran into the back of her mom.

"Laurel?" Her mom questioned, stepping off of the porch. It was as if she didn't quite believe Laurel was here as well.

"Hi," Laurel greeted.

"How did you… what are you…"

"Sutton drove me," Laurel explained.

"You knew?"

"Not exactly. Sutton dragged me into the car and then dropped the bombshell on me as soon as the house was out of sight."

"I did not drag you," Sutton defended, "I pulled you and you're the one who insisted on knowing."

"Either way, I was just as in the dark about this as you were."

"Well we're not going to have this conversation right here," her dad continued, "Let's go girls."

Her parents headed to their car and Sutton took a step toward Laurel, "Keys," she ordered.

Laurel set them in Sutton's hand, "I'm still not sure you should be driving," Laurel clarified.

"Thanks for the concern Sis, but I'm fine. Now we should get going. The faster we get home, the faster this whole ridiculous mess is over with."

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" Laurel questioned, eyeing Emma. She hadn't said a word since she'd barged through the door. Sutton had never realized how shy her sister actually was.

"Laurel, this is Emma. Emma you know Laurel," Sutton stated a little irritated, "Are we good?"

"So you're the one who fooled everyone into believing you were Sutton."

Emma nodded, "I'm sorry I lied to you. You were so honest with me and I never could give you the same respect."

"Emma you don't have to apologize," Laurel started, "You may have lied about your name, but you certainly didn't lie about who you are. You're a good person who was helping out your sister. I can't be angry with you for that."

"So you don't hate me."

"Never."

The two girls hugged and Sutton felt a little left out. They were sharing such a tender moment and Sutton was the passive observer. She didn't like being on the outside, "Oh how sweet," she said, attempting to mask her own feelings of isolation, "Now can we please get going? Mom and Dad are probably waiting at the end of the driveway."

Emma pulled open the front passenger door and Laurel pulled open the one behind it. Sutton herself slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. It roared to life and a few moments later the three sisters were on their way to a very uncertain future.