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- Herausgeber: Twist & Tether Press
- Sprache: Englisch
After a brutal car crash, Olivia wakes with gaps in her memory and the uneasy sense that what’s left doesn’t line up. Her husband insists she’s recovering. Her friends dodge details. Even her reflection feels off, holding her gaze a fraction too long.
Then the cracks widen.
The scar is on the wrong wrist. Her favorite mug vanishes, only to reappear. In a crowded café, she locks eyes with a woman who shares her face before the stranger bolts.
Driven by panic, Olivia starts digging. A journal hidden in the attic. Voices caught on a baby monitor. A file stamped with her name… and a version number. Each discovery sharpens the question she doesn’t want to ask: is she unearthing her own history, or someone else’s design?
As reality tilts, Olivia is forced to face the possibility that she’s not who she believes and maybe never was.
When memory can be rewritten, what does it mean to be real?
***
Like every tale in Turning Points, this one proves that trust is fragile and nothing is ever what it seems.
Turning Points is a twist-driven series where the unexpected always finds you. From unsettling family dramas to sharp-edged sci-fi and dark comedy, each book delivers a jolt a secret, a reveal that turns the truth upside down. These stories cut across suspense, emotion, and ideas built to linger, written for readers who crave the gasp, the double-take, the moment that shifts everything.
You’ll question what looks certain. You’ll flip back through pages.
Because here, trust is never safe and every ending rewrites the start.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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TURNING POINTS: Twisted Tales for the Bold & Curious
Margot Elise Winters
Copyright © 2025 by Margot Elise Winters
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Table of Contents
Mirror, Mirror
Description
Chapter 1: Fractured Glass
Chapter 2: Ghosts in the Frame
Chapter 3: The Stranger in the Mirror
Chapter 4: Rewriting the Script
Chapter 5: Doppelgänger
Chapter 6: The Real Lie
Chapter 7: Broken Reflections
Mirror, Mirror
Description
After a brutal car crash, Olivia wakes with gaps in her memory and the uneasy sense that what’s left doesn’t line up. Her husband insists she’s recovering. Her friends dodge details. Even her reflection feels off, holding her gaze a fraction too long.
Then the cracks widen.
The scar is on the wrong wrist. Her favorite mug vanishes, only to reappear. In a crowded café, she locks eyes with a woman who shares her face before the stranger bolts.
Driven by panic, Olivia starts digging. A journal hidden in the attic. Voices caught on a baby monitor. A file stamped with her name… and a version number. Each discovery sharpens the question she doesn’t want to ask: is she unearthing her own history, or someone else’s design?
As reality tilts, Olivia is forced to face the possibility that she’s not who she believes and maybe never was.
When memory can be rewritten, what does it mean to be real?
***
Like every tale in Turning Points, this one proves that trust is fragile and nothing is ever what it seems.
Turning Points is a twist-driven series where the unexpected always finds you. From unsettling family dramas to sharp-edged sci-fi and dark comedy, each book delivers a jolt a secret, a reveal that turns the truth upside down. These stories cut across suspense, emotion, and ideas built to linger, written for readers who crave the gasp, the double-take, the moment that shifts everything.
You’ll question what looks certain. You’ll flip back through pages.
Because here, trust is never safe and every ending rewrites the start.
Chapter 1: Fractured Glass
The beeping came first. Slow, steady, rhythmic. I didn’t know where I was, but the sound felt… familiar. Like a heartbeat outside my body. I tried to open my eyes, but they stuck together like pages in an old book.
Then came the voice. Soft, clipped at the edges. “She’s waking up.”
I peeled one eye open. White ceiling tiles. A fluorescent light buzzed overhead like an impatient insect. My throat burned. My limbs were heavy. Tubes. A dull ache radiated from my shoulder. I turned my head slightly pain flared across my temple and saw a man sitting beside the bed.
He looked like someone I should know.
“Olivia,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”
Am I?
I tried to speak, but my lips cracked instead. He poured water into a paper cup and brought it to my mouth. I sipped, coughed, then tried again.
“Who…?”
His eyes flickered. “It’s me. Ethan. Your husband.”
The word husband floated in my brain like a stranger’s coat left on a chair. I wanted to feel something love, comfort, recognition. All I got was static.
“You’ve been in an accident,” Ethan said. “A bad one. They had to airlift you. You hit your head. Do you remember anything?”
I blinked. Nothing. A blank reel. The kind they use when the movie’s over and someone forgot to stop the projector.
“Don’t worry,” he said quickly. “The doctors said the memory loss might be temporary. You just need rest.”
The nurse entered, adjusted my IV, and smiled like I was a child waking from a nap. “You’re very lucky, Olivia. No broken bones, just a mild concussion and some bruised ribs. We’ll keep you for observation.”
When she left, I turned back to Ethan. “Why… was I in a car?”
“You were driving to pick me up,” he said without missing a beat. “I had a meeting. You texted you were on your way. But then someone ran a red light. T-boned the driver’s side.”
I searched his face. His voice was calm, gentle, even kind. But there was something too smooth about it. Like he’d rehearsed it.
He reached for my hand. I let him take it, but the moment his skin touched mine, a cold flutter rose in my stomach.
Why don’t I feel anything?
He stroked my fingers. “You’re going to be okay. I promise.”
I nodded, mostly because I didn’t know what else to do.
***
The second time I woke, it was night. The room was dim except for the monitor’s glow and a narrow beam of streetlight slicing in through the blinds. Ethan was gone. For a moment, I felt relief.
Then guilt.
A nurse came in, changed my IV bag, and asked if I needed anything. I said no. She left.
Then it was just me and the dark.
I slid my hand under the blanket, found my side, and winced. Bruised ribs, definitely. I tried to piece together fragments what color was my car? Where was I driving from? Did I have a job? Friends? Pets?
Nothing.
I closed my eyes again, but this time something came through.
