Trudy's Diary.

"AMBER, I'M HOME!"

It was just Alfred. I couldn't get used to that. He hated that name as a kid. I'd panicked, thinking it was Jasper. I was already planning my own funeral, which is a good thing as he was going to kill me.

"Hey Amber. Hey Trudes. What's going on?"

Amber said "She's upset, Alfred. And she's terrified."

"I would be if I was her. Jasper's out, leading a search party for her. He's scared to death about her."

Now I felt horrible. I'd left him scared that I'd been kidnapped by a gang or murdered or both.


I was taken home in a police car. When I got home, Jasper gave me a massive hug.

"Trudy, where were you? Are you OK? What happened? Do I need to track someone down and kick them into the middle of next week? Has someone hurt you?"

"OK. First. I was at Amber's. Second. I'm fine. Third. We had a cuppa and a chat. I'll answer the fourth in a minute. Fifth. No. And the fourth: If you want to knock anyone into the middle of next week, do it to me. I want to see if I'm still alive and if the weather's nice so we an go to the beach."

"I'm not going to hurt you. I meant if anyone had hurt you, I'd nearly kill them."

"You wouldn't do anything of the sort. You'd just come here and let me kiss you."

With that, I got a kiss. I was happy with kisses. A warm and passionate kiss and two very happy people.

"Mummy! Daddy!"

Our two tiny sons were looking up at us. Dylan and Jackson were almost identical, despite their heights. Dylan was at least six inches taller than Jackson. And Rosie was literally miniature. She was a mini me. Right now, she was sleeping happily in her cradle.

"Yes, my darlings?"

"We were just watching the telly and you came on, Mummy."

I was confused. I'd never been on the telly in my life and I definitely was an only child. There were photos of me at birth. And I do mean then. Sarily, there were even photos of my birth. Something I could have gone my whole life without seeing.

But I went into the living room and looked at the TV and there was an actress who looked and sounded just like me.

"This is impossible..."

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