Dual identity Stories

A week had passed since discovering the phone. Seven days of checking locks, testing windows, and counting every shadow that didn't belong. I'd approached Wolf carefully. Told him about feeling watched, about strange coincidences. Nothing specific enough to sound paranoid, but enough to make him take notice. His response was immediate and thorough. The security cameras around the Reihenhaus showed nothing. The hallway lea...

The April evening painted Prenzlauer Berg in shades of amber and rose. I stood outside Martin's building, watching the light catch on old facades and turn weathered brick into something almost beautiful. Six months since I'd left this neighborhood. Six months since I'd written that letter and disappeared into this other world. The window on the third floor was open. Martin's ridiculous blue curtains billowed out like flag...

Robin brushed her hair out for one last time, then set the brush on top of the dresser. With a little sigh, she moved to the corner of the room and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. A little tap of a hand was needed to ensure it was upright, the pivots being loose causing it to tip at times, and Robin gave herself a good look. The black cocktail dress and heels from her mother's closet fit perfectly on her peti...