Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Because she didn’t think she could take it if he had touched her.
Not when he smelled like her twin, while her twin smelled like Kendra.
Don’t think.
Just don’t think at all.
Just don’t.
Kendra really thought she could make it.
But as soon as she was out of their front door—
No no no no no no no no
Her stomach turned, and Kendra crashed to her knees as she threw up on the sidewalk.
Chapter Two
KENDRA STILL WASN’T the prayerful sort, mostly because she was afraid of putting her faith in God. Everyone around her had already broken her trust. She didn’t think she could bear it if God turned out to be just like all the others.
But despite that...
She couldn’t help but think it was God behind her mother’s surprising decision to bequeath her home to Kendra instead of Thelma. After all, Kendra wasn’t her favorite daughter. And yet she was the one who ended up with the house while Thelma had all the cash. Honestly, Kendra had thought Thelma would get everything, and she would have been fine with that.
But thankfully, that wasn’t the case, and it was why Kendra had somewhere to go even when she was broke.
The first three months after walking out of her home, she had simply kept herself busy. Anything and everything was fine. All she cared about was not having to think of Porter and Thelma.
On the fourth month, the divorce papers arrived. Even now, it shamed Kendra a little, how those papers had made her curl up in a ball on the floor and just...cry.
It made her feel dumb, crying for people who clearly didn’t care about hurting her.
But in the end, that was exactly what she did.
She cried and cried and cried.
And then she had prayed.
Please, God.
Please.
I just don’t know what to do now.
It was only the second time in Kendra’s life that she had prayed, and that...that shamed her a little, too. She still wasn’t convinced if God was real, but if He was, would it matter to Him that she only remembered to pray when she was desperate and hopeless?
Even now, she wasn’t sure of the answer to that. But what she did know was that when she woke up the day after, her heart wasn’t as heavy, and she had somehow found the strength to pick up a pen and start signing.
Kendra Selleck.
She actually had to ask ChatGPT about that. Do I sign my divorce papers under my married name or not? And unfortunately, the answer was yes in her case, since her married name was her legal name.
Kendra Selleck.
She felt like crying when she was all done because she knew this was the end. This was the last time she would sign anything with that name. Once these papers were filed, she would be back to the name she was born with—
Kendra Tully.
—while her twin sister presumably would change hers as well, almost like they were swapping names just like they were about to swap lives.
Kendra, once a Selleck, was now back to being a Tully. And Thelma, once a Tully, would someday become a Selleck.
It was on the sixth month when Kendra received a call from the law firm that handled her mother’s estate.
“I’m sorry to be a bother, ma’am, but will you be able to come to our office to sign one last document? Our firm will cover your fare and accommodation.”
And that was how she ended coming back to New York City, and worse, making the mistake of calling herself the wrong name when she arrived at the law office.
“Um, good morning. I’m Kendra Hop—I mean, Kendra Tully, sorry.”
The receptionist behind the front desk simply smiled. “A moment, please.”
While the other woman did a bit of typing, Kendra was just as busy doing a bit of face-palming, mentally that was.
Seriously, Kendra?
“Your meeting has been confirmed. Please head up to the tenth floor, Ms. Tully.”
An intern was there to welcome Kendra when the elevator doors opened on the tenth, who then led her to a fancy-looking conference room.
“Here are the papers, Ms. Tully. Would you like something to drink?”
She shook her head. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Alright, Ms. Tully. Please excuse me for a moment.”
Kendra picked up the pen as the intern stepped out of the room, and then she almost made the same mistake again.
Argh!
How long would it take to for her to remember that she could no longer sign her name as Kendra Selleck? It wasn’t as if that had been her name her whole life. That name had only been hers for months. And here she was acting so horribly pathetic—
The sound of the door opening cut through her thoughts, and Kendra set the pen down, relieved to have a distraction. “I think I’d like something to drink, after all—”
“And what would that be?”
That...was not the intern’s voice, and the thought had her turning toward the door—