How could I prove that I wasn't crazy when I was the only one who could see it -- the only one who could see that it was something alien: a parasite, an imposter, a pretender. And I had to get rid of it.
I went through it all in my head again as I hiked to the remote spot where I would abandon it. They had tried to tell me that something was wrong with her, but I knew it wasn't her at all. Something had taken her place. Still, as I left it there underneath the cypress tree I had to look away because, after all, it did look exactly like my baby girl.
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