Ava's Endgame

The applause roared like the ocean, but my world felt silent.

On stage, my twin sister, Stella, was smiling, delivering the salutatorian address at Northwood University.

She was using my name, Ava Davenport.

But this wasn't her life.

It was mine.

I knew because I' d lived this moment before, watching from a dark room, right before the police arrested me for a murder I didn' t commit.

This time, I was here, walking down the aisle towards her.

The murmurs started, questions of two identical girls.

Dean Harrison demanded to know who I was.