“Give my husband a child,” my sister declares, and I lose the power of speech. “I’ll pay generously—we’ll provide you with the best doctors. You just need to pretend to be me for nine months, and then you’ll start a new, perfect life.”
I agreed without thinking about the main thing: I could fall in love with her husband— a dangerous mafia boss, terrifying and too attentive not to notice the swap. Now the question isn’t whether our game will be exposed, but what this deception will cost us.