Fake Yu Mei raised her hand slowly, then tapped her chest once.
"It was me," she said softly. "I'm the witch's daughter."
The room went still.
Yu Holea didn't respond at first. She stood there, frozen, mind racing. Her breath came slowly, shallowly, as if even her lungs were trying to process the truth.
She glanced down at the slumped, unconscious figure of the real Yu Mei.
Holea stared at the two of them—so alike, yet so wrong. A chill crept up her spine.
She clenched her fists. "So… if you're the witch's daughter... then the real Yu Mei—" she hesitated, lips tightening—"who is she really?"
Fake Yu Mei smiled. "Oh, that's the fun part. Want to guess?"
But Yu Holea's mind was already unraveling it, one horrifying thread at a time.
"She wasn't you to begin with," she whispered. "We two were… switched. Switched at birth."
Fake Yu Mei gave a theatrical bow. "Ten points to Yu genius."
