The Woman In Garden

She wore my sister's hair the same way. That's the first thing I noticed when they brought her into the courtroom. For six months, Sarah Mitchell lived in my sister's guesthouse. Slept in her sheets. Tended the roses she'd planted. Made herself indispensable to my brother-in-law while he grieved a wife everyone believed was dead. Then they found a body buried beneath those roses. Dressed in my sister's clothes. Wearing my sister's ring. I was supposed to grieve and move on. But Sarah smiled at me from across that courtroom - a smile that said I know things you don't. She was right. Because the DNA results are about to come back. And the woman in the ground isn't who everyone thinks she is. My sister is alive. She staged her own death, used a stranger nobody would miss, and walked away clean. She thought she'd planned for every variable. She forgot to plan for me.