Episode 1

We all have secrets, things we don't want anyone to know, about embarrassing things that happen to us, about someone we like, about infidelity, something we keep quiet out of fear. But there are some secrets that are very heavy to bear, even after death they continue to weigh on us.

You say the hardest secrets to see are the ones that are hidden in plain sight, or those that everyone knows, but pretends not to know so as not to end up stained by it, not realizing that they are consumed by it up to their necks, just by looking the other way.

My name is Alicia Morgan, I am 26 years old and I am a forensic doctor. My life was normal, my best friend was my twin sister Alana.

Despite living thousands of miles apart we were very close, we saw each other on vacation, holidays or whenever we had the opportunity. When our parents divorced, they made us choose who we would live with and they separated us. I came to the city with my mother to start a new life and my sister Alana stayed to live with my father. Over the years we grew up, but our special connection remained. When we were close, that connection was stronger to the point of scaring our parents, because we could feel what was happening to the other.

When we were nine years old, we decided to climb a tree to retrieve my sister's kite that had become entangled in the branches. But when I climbed, the branch broke, hitting my head and leaving me instantly unconscious. One of our friends alerted our parents about it, finding both of us unconscious.

Although the doctor checked my sister, she was perfectly fine and only woke up when I did. Afterwards, our parents' fights became evident, each day more and more until they divorced and separated us. It was a hard blow for us because we did everything together, but time made us take our own path. She graduated as a teacher in the village and started working as a secondary school teacher, everyone loved her because she was sweet, warm, and made people instantly like her.

But everything changed that day, that cursed day, that June 6th I woke up as any other day with my alarm, made my bed, looked for my clean uniform and packed it in the suitcase with all my stuff ready for my job. I had been the second forensic doctor at the police station for a year.

I bathed, got dressed, made a ham and cheese sandwich. But from the moment I woke up I felt that feeling of sadness, something that was pressing on my chest, that bad presentiment.

I decided to call Alana, but she didn't answer. I insisted several times, but got nothing. I breakfasted quickly, because my boyfriend called to say he was waiting downstairs.

I washed the juice glass, grabbed my purse and left, walking to meet William. As I finished my sandwich, I saw my boyfriend who handed me a coffee. He had done this every morning since we had been dating for two years. One of the many things I loved about him was that he was a gentleman and supported me in everything.

But I had that feeling that I could not explain.

William: Ali, dear, I'm talking. While he drives.

Ali: I'm sorry, I was distracted.

William: So, are we going to Tamy's birthday party tonight?

Ali: I don't know, I don't feel like it. Honey, I have a strange feeling.

William: We're here, honey. Let's just go for a bit and you can distract yourself and shake off that frown, okay?

Ali: Okay, I say goodbye to him with a kiss, which he returns with another, more passionate one. I head into work, greet everyone, change and read the report. There are only two autopsies scheduled for today.

After I'm done, I call my sister again, but she doesn't answer. The day goes by as usual, but with that nagging feeling inside me that won't let me be in peace.

I call my father, even though we're not on good terms. But he doesn't answer either. At the end of my shift, I call my mother who is traveling with her husband on a cruise, to see how she is getting along, but she sounds very happy.

After speaking to her, I get ready, not feeling well, this niggling feeling was killing me, this feeling was too strong, when Will came to pick me up for Tamy's birthday, he was talking and my mind felt like it was somewhere else, I couldn't think about anything, only about this feeling that was suffocating me, but I didn't know what to do.

I knew nothing about my dad and my sister Alana, we got to the club for the party, Will was taking care of the gift, we wished Tamy a happy birthday, everyone was dancing, but I was only interested in leaving, unconsciously, I stole the car keys from my boyfriend, while he was talking to his friends.

I left the club, planning to drive to the village. I had to see my sister, hear her voice telling me she's fine. The village was four hours away. I intended to go there, having this gut feeling that something was fatally wrong. The sky was black and the darkness was eminent, watching rain drops begin to fall. A storm was coming.

Suddenly my chest hurt and it seemed like I couldn't breathe while driving. When suddenly I lost control of the car, all I remember was a sharp impact and a jolt of the car, I feel strong buzz in my ears, my phone, with its now broken screen, began to ring.

With my hurting body and my hands covered in blood, I picked it up, I couldn't ask for help because I couldn't get my voice out, I just hear the voice and those words that broke me.

"We are sorry to inform you that your sister Alana...Her body was found lifeless, everything indicates that she committed suicide... Hello, is there anyone there...can you hear me— (on the line)" As I just watch the rain fall and everything becomes dark for me...

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