I saw her face and I swear that it was mine. My mother never told me that I had a twin sister but there she was except she was everything I wasn’t. She was confident and happy. A lot happier than me. She had my body, my face, and my crazy read hair that was more curly than humanly possible
But there she was.
What would you do if you met your twin and you never knew you have one. Is this person a clone? Maybe so. It’s your choice to take this premise in any direction you choose.