Our Triplets Were Raised Identically—Then One Started Sharing Unexplainable Memories
It was like raising one soul in three bodies. But a few weeks ago, Teal—Eli—started waking up crying. Not from nightmares. From memories. That’s what he called them. He’d say things like, “Remember the old house with the red door?” We’ve never had a red door. Or, “Why don’t we see Mrs. Langley anymore? She…
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