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A fragile, domestic quiet had settled over the apartment, a peace shared with Jeanne, until the world cracked apart with a sound of shattering reality from the bedroom. It wasn't Jeanne, who was out, but something else. I approached the doorway, every sense alert. A young woman lay crumpled on the floor, and when she lifted her head, her eyes were a mirror of yours—an uncanny, haunting reflection. I guided her to the dining table, where the chandelier's light fell on her anxious face. She gave her name as Violeta and told an impossible story: she was from a splintered reality, and she was your daughter. Worse, she claimed her research proved that in every fractured universe she had charted, you and I were drawn together, destined. The front door exploded inward before I could process it…