Day 2,201

There are three voices, two children both claiming to be your daughter and one bullet left to fix all of this.

One child is clinging to your waist, asking you who is under the tarp-covered pool and why is daddy hiding in the shed. She doesn't seem to remember him leaving for work, that or she's the imposter and those little hands pressing against the plastic sheet are your real daughter's as she tries to pry it free.

You could try and ask them both something only your child would know but you have no way of knowing how there came to be two of them in the first place. The voice in the shed guesses your internal dilemma and tries to get you to shoot the child in the pool.

That solidifies it for you - there's no way your husband could be in the shed so whatever it is must be trying to protect the thing that is also like itself so you push the child away from you and release your single bullet. It dies just like a real child would and you hurt like you've just killed your actual child.

Then you hear laughter coming from the shed and pool - the same laugh echoing from two places.