My grandmother Hazel had always encouraged me to become independent. When she died, my parents claimed her estate had been almost entirely consumed by medical expenses. I received an old watch, a recipe box, and a handwritten letter. I believed them until an attorney contacted me three weeks before the break-in. Newly discovered financial records revealed that Grandma had amended her trust shortly before her death, removing my parents from certain responsibilities. Several assets appeared to have been transferred using questionable paperwork, and one email from my father read, “Marissa doesn’t need it. Paige does.”

I confronted my parents through the penthouse security system. Dad claimed Grandma had been confused, but her attorney had preserved documents showing otherwise. Mom demanded to know how I’d obtained the records. Before I could answer, the security team reported another disturbing development. Someone had entered a family storage facility using credentials associated with my identity. The surveillance recording showed a woman who looked remarkably like me. My mother stared at the screen and whispered a name I had never heard before: “Celeste.”