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Saguenay, Quebec – 1990s
After the congregation meeting, Jaime made her way upstairs to her room. She collapsed against the headboard, burying her face in her hands as the tears came hard and fast.
How could Marike do this to me? She said she would try for us. Was our relationship really just a test, like she claimed? Did she never feel enough to choose me completely? Why did she have to be a Jehovah’s Witness? Why couldn’t she just let go? Why couldn’t she choose me?
Her chest tightened. Obviously, she’s being forced into this.
That thought gave Jaime a burst of desperate energy. She shot out of bed, raced downstairs, and nearly collided with Aunt Beth, who was leaning against the wall. Their eyes met—Aunt Beth saw the storm brewing inside her niece but said nothing. Instead, she silently let Jaime pass.
Jaime bolted through the cold night air, running all the way to Marike’s house. She pounded on the door until Amanda answered. Amanda’s eyes scanned Jaime’s face, taking in the mixture of hurt and fury. She didn’t bother trying to talk her down.
“She’s upstairs,” Amanda said quietly, stepping aside.
Jaime brushed past her, slamming the door shut. She ignored Frank’s watchful gaze from his chair and charged up the stairs two at a time.
Marike was already standing, facing the door when Jaime entered.
“I know this doesn’t make sense to you,” Marike said softly.
Jaime’s voice cracked with urgency. “He can’t force you to do this.”
“Nobody forced me,” Marike countered quickly. “It was my idea.”
Jaime froze, tilting her head, confusion flooding her. What do you mean… your idea?
“All that matters,” Marike continued, “is that in the new system, we’re both there. You and me.”
Jaime’s voice grew sharp. “That’s why you’re getting married?”
“If we both live in the truth, we won’t have to be apart,” Marike pleaded.
“What am I supposed to do? Nobody wants me here!” Jaime’s voice broke.
“I’ll talk to my dad. He’ll talk to your uncle. It’ll be okay—you won’t have to leave.”
Jaime’s eyes narrowed. “Am I supposed to marry Simon then?”
Marike stepped closer, so close Jaime could feel the warmth of her breath. “When paradise comes, we can be there. Forever. We can do all the things we planned.”
Jaime’s heart splintered. “You don’t have to do this. Please. Just come with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why are you doing this for something that isn’t going to happen?”
Tears welled in Marike’s eyes as she reached up, fingers brushing through Jaime’s hair. “It is going to happen. So soon. I can’t be there without you.”
“I don’t believe in it!” Jaime cried.
“You don’t have to,” Marike whispered. “I can believe for both of us.”
She pulled Jaime into a desperate embrace. Jaime held on just as tightly, her hand cradling the back of Marike’s head, burying herself in her scent, her warmth.
“Please,” Marike begged.
When she pulled back, her voice was trembling. “I love you.”
The words sent a jolt through Jaime. Marike had never said them before. Overwhelmed, Jaime kissed her—full of love, pain, and the fear of losing her.
When they pulled apart, Marike clung to the last thread of hope. “Stay,” she pleaded. Her eyes searched Jaime’s face. “Stay.”
But Jaime couldn’t look at her. She shook her head, the decision shredding her from the inside out.
Marike’s tears spilled freely as Jaime turned and walked away, leaving her crying alone in her room.
On the porch, Jaime stopped, numb, the night air biting at her skin. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Step by step, she dragged herself home, devastation carved into every line of her face.
Inside, Aunt Beth sat on the couch beside Jean-François. One glance at Jaime’s broken expression told Beth everything—she said nothing.
Jaime trudged upstairs, collapsed into bed, and the sobs came again. Dark thoughts circled like vultures.
Am I not good enough? She chose Jehovah over me. Is he really so important that she can’t be happy? Why marry Marc-Olivier? Why was marriage her first thought?
Her chest ached with a hollow certainty.
There’s nothing for me here
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Toronto, Ontario – St. Dominic’s Prep, 2025
After the Bet Gala, Riri and Mary had been carrying on a silent relationship. So silent, in fact, that not even Kira knew. She just assumed Mary was Riri’s plaything. In reality, this was something new for Riri—something real.
She’d always had feelings, despite what Arkadi taught her. He demanded she suppress them, but Riri had always used them. She only followed his orders perfectly to protect Kira. Kira shouldn’t have to carry the weight of everything he asked—especially things like killing Raymond Rowe.
When Riri accepted that task, she told herself it was necessary. But when Arkadi handed her a bomb, she knew there’d be collateral damage. She didn’t expect it to be Blake. Blake might not have been the best clarinet player, but she didn’t deserve to die. The cover story—that it was a mob hit—made Riri sick. Was this really the price of Kira’s freedom?
So when Kira asked her to spy on Yumeko and her group of misfits, Riri agreed. But Mary was there, on Student Council with her. Mary, who had once been forgettable, was now carving her own path. Mary wasn’t wrong when she said things were hard under Kira’s thumb. But Riri’s thumb was worse—her father’s.
And yet… Mary’s words stuck. For once, Riri wanted something for herself.
Under the guise of gathering information, she found ways to get close to Mary again.
At the Gala, she had intended to keep Mary at a distance, but plans shifted. Mary saw her, saw through her, and agreed to go.
That night, Riri cooked dinner—something she’d never done for anyone else. She let Mary see her full face for the first time. And in doing so, she let herself fall.
After that, it was stolen glances, secret nights in her dorm room, the thrill of hiding and the warmth of being known. For the first time in her life, Riri forgot about Kira, forgot about Arkadi, and let herself feel.
But Blake’s death still haunted her. The guilt never let go. Would Mary ever forgive her if she knew? No—of course she wouldn’t.
So Riri began pulling away. Canceling their nights. Creating distance. And Mary noticed.
That evening, with her back pressed against her headboard, Riri argued with herself. This was never supposed to happen. I shouldn’t have let her get this close. One part of me says it works—another says it can’t.
There was a knock. She froze, thinking it was Kira, and didn’t answer. The door opened anyway.
Mary stepped inside.
“What’s going on, Riri?” she asked.
Riri turned away, staring at the wall.
Mary crossed the room, sat on the bed, and reached for her hand. Riri jerked back, sharp and defensive.
“What? Riri, you’ve been distant—more than usual.”
Silence. The kind that said too much.
Mary didn’t give up. She rested a hand on Riri’s thigh. Riri didn’t move. A small win. Mary slid sideways, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her.
“I’ll sit with you. We don’t have to talk. I’ll just be here.”
Riri’s heart twisted. She didn’t understand kindness without expectation. Her father’s loyalty, Kira’s ambition—everything was conditional. But Mary was just here. Just… here.
That was why she had to end it.
“You should leave,” Riri said flatly.
Mary’s eyes widened. “Why? And don’t lie to me.”
“It’s better if we don’t do this.”
Mary scoffed. “We already do this. What’s on your mind?”
“You aren’t safe.”
Mary frowned. “What do you mean not safe? No one messes with Student Council. I’m not a house pet anymore. I’m fine.”
She doesn’t understand. She never will.
“I’m not safe for you,” Riri whispered. “I never have been and never will be.”
Mary laughed nervously. “I hate to say this, but Yumeko’s right. I’m taking a risk with you. But you’ve never treated me wrong.”
Riri shook her head, pointing at the door.
Mary stood. “You won’t fight for us? After you asked me to the Gala? After all these moments? But if Kira asked you something, you’d do it in a heartbeat.”
Riri looked down, defeated. I would. To protect her. I’m sorry, Mary.
“I would,” she said softly, “but not for you.” Lies for protection.
Mary’s breath caught. Then she huffed and stormed toward the door. Before leaving, she turned.
“When you realize your so-called family aren’t the only ones who care—come talk to me.”
The door closed behind her.
Riri sat in silence, heartbroken, though her face stayed stoic. This was for the best. It had to be. She lay down, removed her mask, and curled onto her side, letting her own words devour her.
Why does loyalty always matter more than love?
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Saguenay, Quebec – 1990s
A soft knock came at the door, followed by it creaking open to reveal an older woman.
“Hey, I know last night was a lot, but you can’t sleep all day. You have to eat something. Come down and have some lunch.”
Brown hair shifted under the covers. Huh? Breakfast? Since when did house pets care when I ate?
She turned on her side and spotted a book, a pair of glasses, and some kind of rock on the nightstand. She squinted, reaching for it. A meteorite? Who put this here?
Her eyes widened. Things are blurrier than I remember… must be that headache from last night.
She looked around the room. Everything was wrong—pale patterned wallpaper, a matching bedspread, the space small and unfamiliar. She slipped out of bed and opened the closet. Rows of old band t-shirts and jeans greeted her. A single dress hung at the end.
Whose stuff is this?
She glanced down at herself, decided her clothes were fine, and slipped into the bathroom. A single red toothbrush rested in its own holder, set apart from two others. She brushed her teeth, rifled through the cabinets for makeup, and found none.
Of course. Not today of all days.
Back in the bedroom, she searched the drawers for her usual fabric and came up empty. She tied her hair into a neat bun, no strand out of place, and slid the glasses on.
At least I can see clearly now.
She made her way downstairs, where a man and woman sat at the table. They looked up expectantly.
Who are they?
The woman beckoned. “Come sit with us.” She leaned toward the man, whispering, “She’s changing it up today.”
Riri sat reluctantly, waiting for them to introduce themselves. They didn’t.
“So, are you gonna call your mother today?” the woman asked.
Riri frowned, her expression quickly flattening as she tilted her head. Why would I call my mother?
The man looked up at her silence. “Because of what happened after the meeting.”
The woman nodded.
“Who are you?” Riri asked softly. “Where am I?”
They exchanged a glance. The woman frowned. “What do you mean?”
What do you mean, what do I mean? I guess I’ll go first.
“I’m Riri.”
The woman chuckled. “That’s funny. We made your favorite breakfast.”
Huh?
Riri looked down at the plate. Standard breakfast, except for the runny eggs. She grimaced. Like Kira, I hate runny eggs.
“What’s funny? I don’t like runny eggs.”
The woman’s confusion deepened. “You’ve always liked runny eggs, Jaime.”
Jaime? Who’s Jaime?
“My name is Riri. Not Jaime. And I’ve never liked runny eggs. Everyone knows what happens to people who give Kira runny eggs.”
Her irritation rising, she pressed, “Just entertain me. Who are you and where am I? Why am I repeating myself?”
The woman’s voice softened. “I’m your aunt, Beth. This is Jean-François. You’re in Saguenay. We thought you’d go back to Thunder Bay after what happened with Marike.”
Marike? Who’s that? Saguenay? Thunder Bay? Wasn’t I in Toronto last night?
“Who’s Marike?”
Jean-François looked shocked. “What do you mean? You’re just going to pretend the last few weeks never happened?”
“I don’t know what happened the last few weeks to ignore,” Riri countered calmly. “Is she a friend?”
Beth leaned in. “She seemed like more than a friend. Last night, at the meeting, she announced she was going to marry Marc-Olivier.”
Riri straightened. So she was unfaithful. Why would I need to go back to Thunder Bay?
Beth said gently, “When she announced it, you were devastated. I thought you’d tell your mom you were going home today.”
“And home would be Thunder Bay?”
They both nodded.
“Well, I live on campus at St. Dominic’s.”
“Is that a school?” Beth asked.
Riri nodded.
Jean-François crossed his arms. “Why are we acting like she’s a different person?”
“Because I am,” Riri muttered.
Beth whispered, “Maybe it’s a coping mechanism…”
Riri’s hands patted down her pockets, calm on the surface but trembling inside.
Where’s my phone?
Beth tilted her head. “What are you looking for?”
“Phone,” Riri muttered.
“Why would the phone be in your pocket?
The house phone’s right there.”
House phone? Oh no.
“What’s the year?”
Beth sighed. “1993.”
Riri’s eyes widened. 1993? This has to be a dream. Why would I be in 1993 when it’s supposed to be 2025?
She stumbled toward the front door, opened it, and stepped outside. The driveway was filled with old-model cars.
Crap.
She turned back to them. “I’ll need your help navigating this. Where I’m from, it’s… very different. You don’t have to believe me. I’m Riri Timurov, Canadian and Russian. Last night, I was at St. Dominic’s. I had a terrible night. But this is worse. It’s 1993 here, but it’s supposed to be 2025.”
Beth softened. “I don’t know how to get you back, but I can help you settle here. You may say you’re not Jaime, but you have her face and clothes. You might as well act like her.”
Jean-François muttered, “Without her other lifestyle.”
Beth elbowed him lightly.
“What other lifestyle?” Riri asked.
“Don’t worry about it. Come inside. We’ll tell you about Jaime. But don’t go around telling people you’re not her. The town wouldn’t take it well.”
Riri nodded, following them back inside. If I’m in this timeline, that means I didn’t kill Blake. But… that also means no Mary. Or Kira. What do I do? And if I’m here… where’s Jaime?
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Toronto, Ontario (St. Dominic’s Prep) – 2025
Jaime woke in a large, spacious room. Empty, but filled with traces of wealth. She blinked. The second thing she noticed—she could see clearly.
From the hallway, voices drifted in.
Is this college? I’m not wealthy, but I’ll take it.
She padded to the window. Outside, students bustled in matching uniforms. She opened the wardrobe to find the same outfits waiting for her.
Blazer’s a different color, though. Where am I?
She got ready anyway, brushing her teeth in a bathroom lined with drawers of eye makeup.
That’s… a lot of makeup.
She dressed in one of the blazers. The crest read: St. Dominic’s Prep.
College? High school?
As she stepped back into the room, something lit up on the desk. A strange device, glowing white lightning across its screen.
What’s that?
Messages blinked back at her:
Kira: Where are you?
Kira: We have a Student Council meeting today.
Kira: I’m coming to you.
Who’s Kira? What meeting? They’d better not be Jehovah’s meetings. And what is this thing? Is it… a phone? So advanced.
The door swung open hard. A girl with striking blue lipstick strode in.
Kira?
“What’s gotten into you? You’re usually the first at the meeting. Yumeko’s a house pet, but she’ll find some way to wriggle out of it.”
Jaime blinked. “I’m sorry, I’m confused. You must be Kira. Well, I’m Jaime. And I don’t know where I am.”
Kira frowned. “What do you mean? Riri, I don’t have time for this. We don’t, actually.”
Jaime shook her head. “Where is here? I see this says St. Dominic’s, but I’ve never heard of it. And I’m not Riri. I’m Jaime.”
Kira’s sigh was sharp. “You don’t play games, Riri. What is this?”
“Truly, I’m confused. One second, I was at my aunt’s house, about to head back to Thunder Bay to see Mom… and then I woke up here.”
“Thunder Bay is hours away. Did you drink last night? Are you hungover?”
“No. I was so sad, I didn’t even smoke.”
Really, Jaime? Just tell the first stranger you see?
Kira’s eyes widened for a moment. “That’s… new. Fine. We’ll deal with your memory loss later. For now, act like yourself.”
How do I act like someone I’m not?
Kira didn’t wait. “Tie your hair into a bun. Mask on. We’re late.”
Jaime obeyed. When she turned back, Kira was glaring.
“What?” Jaime asked.
Kira rolled her eyes. “Sit down. I’ll do it.”
She returned with makeup, leaning close.
“Really?” Jaime asked.
“Yes. Stop moving.”
She worked quickly, then beckoned Jaime to follow. “Don’t talk. Don’t sigh. Don’t make a sound. Riri wouldn’t. I’m only entertaining you because, as President and Vice President, appearances matter.”
Vice President?
Jaime followed through the hall, noticing people staring—or pretending not to. They entered a grand room.
“Runa, where’s Yumeko?” Kira asked.
A girl in an animal outfit replied, “Outside the window, with Michael.”
Kira peered out. Jaime couldn’t see.
Why so focused on Yumeko? Crush?
“Yumeko is alone, broke, and demoralized,” Kira said coolly.
Guess not a crush.
A boy muttered, “In other words, a wounded animal.”
Kira’s lips curved. “Nothing more dangerous. Ideas?”
“Why not just kill her?” Runa suggested.
Kill her?! What the hell?
“Boom, yeah!” another boy shouted before getting smacked.
Kira raised a hand. Footsteps rushed forward. A girl knelt, removing her hat as Kira gently rubbed her head.
What is going on? If I’m supposed to be Riri… would she do this? Why am I here?
“Maybe we should bring back an old favorite,” Kira mused.
The boy shivered. “Really? Don’t tease.”
“It’s time to revive the House Pet Hunt.”
House Pet Hunt?
Cheers erupted. Kira dismissed them, then turned back to Jaime.
Jaime swallowed. “Who were they? What’s a House Pet? And what is this hunt?”
Kira chuckled. “You have a lot to learn… Jaime. You’ll be here when it happens.”
Why won’t you just tell me?
“What’s it about?” Jaime pressed.
“You’ll know soon.”
She typed quickly on her glowing device, then looked up.
“You have so much to learn.”
Jaime nodded weakly. What world is this, Riri?
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Saguenay, Quebec – 1990s
Beth stared at Riri as if she’d seen a ghost.
Riri didn’t seem to care. Staring never mattered at St. Dominic’s, she reminded herself, walking the halls a step behind Kira while eyes followed me. It never bothered me before—at least until I realized I was in someone else’s body. A person who looked exactly like me.
She wasn’t one to panic, but even for Riri, this was almost too much.
Is this some kind of test? If it is, I’ll beat it. I just have to be this Jaime girl.
Riri looked up at Beth. “What was Jaime like? If I’m here, I have to blend in.”
Beth shook her head. “Jaime doesn’t live with us. Only when she comes to visit—which isn’t often.”
Riri nodded.
Beth sighed. “I mean, you have her face. Identical. Do you actually look like this, or are you just…occupying her body?”
Jean-François scoffed. “This is definitely a test from Jehovah.”
Riri looked down. We are identical. Down to the tattoo. Except I don’t need glasses.
Beth’s eyes narrowed. “So you are her?”
Riri straightened. “I’m not Jaime. Don’t mistake me for your niece. I won’t be here forever.”
Beth nodded slowly. “Well, Jaime isn’t exactly quiet, but she doesn’t make friends easily. She has a friend here named Nate. If she’s not with Marike, she’s with him.”
Riri tilted her head. “Doing what?”
Beth shrugged. “I don’t know. She doesn’t say.”
So Jaime is secretive. At least with her family. That doesn’t help me. They only know her at face value. Opposite of me—family is everything.
“What does she do with Marike?”
“They were closer than we realized. But for the most part, Amanda told me they were doing field service.”
“Field service?”
“It’s when we spread the word about Jehovah and his kingdom.”
“Oh. The ones who knock on doors.”
I can already feel the headache coming.
Jean-François bristled. “You making fun of us?”
Riri deadpanned, “I’m not religious. But I do wear crosses. They’re in style.”
“In style?”
“People wear what they think is cool—whether they know it or not.”
“Noted.”
Riri turned back to Beth. “What else should I know?”
“Jaime likes spaghetti and mac and cheese. She loves science and punk bands.”
Riri nodded. Science I can do. Punk bands, I cannot. And with no advanced technology, I won’t know how to find the knowledge.
A knock at the door cut the conversation short. Riri straightened. “Before you answer—quick. How would Jaime behave? Quiet or talkative?”
Jean-François walked toward the door while Beth whispered, “Don’t stand too straight—she slouches a little. Respectful and helpful.”
“Oh.”
The door opened to reveal Marike and Amanda.
“May we come in? I’d like to chat with you both,” Amanda said.
Jean-François welcomed them inside. Beth murmured to Riri, “Here goes nothing.”
Riri nodded, following them to the dining table. I’ll assume Jaime sits opposite Beth.
She took the chair, Marike slipping into the seat beside her. Marike glanced her way, offering the smallest smile.
What happened between them?
Beth asked, “So, what did you want to talk about?”
Amanda folded her hands. “Frank wanted to know if you’ll make the meeting tonight. He has important material to go over.”
Jean-François nodded. “Beth and I will always be there.”
Amanda’s gaze shifted. “He’s more concerned about Jaime. Will you attend, Jaime?”
All eyes fell on Riri.
What would Jaime say? Hard to answer when I’m not her. Well, she went to field service, so…
“Yes.”
The tone sounded wrong, even to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Marike’s faint smile.
I didn’t answer for you.
Amanda nodded. “We’re also doing field service now. Marike wanted to see if you’d join us. Do you?”
No.
“I don’t think—”
“She’ll join,” Jean-François cut her off.
Riri turned a daggered stare on him. If looks could kill…
Amanda didn’t look thrilled either, but simply replied, “Good.”
She’s not happy either. And I’m not ready for this. I wasn’t ready for Blake’s death either, but here we go.
Jean-François stood. “I’d like to talk to you both outside while Jaime gets ready.”
Amanda and Marike followed him out.
Riri sat still, eyes following them like a hawk. I don’t like him.
Beth reached across the table for her hand. Riri pulled back, but Beth clasped her own hands instead.
“Just follow their lead. It’s not hard.”
Riri nodded, stood, and took a deep breath before moving to the door.
She stepped beside Jean-François, stiff as stone. He noticed. “Well, have fun spreading the word.”
Amanda headed to the car, Marike close behind. Riri slid into the backseat, knowing Marike would claim the front.
How do I do this? Follow their lead? They’re definitely expecting me to know what I’m doing.
The car hummed down unfamiliar streets. Amanda and Marike talked quietly in the front.
“She’s quiet.”
“Yesterday wasn’t very fun for us.”
“What’s your plan? I don’t want to see you sad, but obviously you can’t be together.”
“I know. But I can help her into the system.”
“She doesn’t want that.”
“We’ll see after today.”
“And if she still doesn’t?”
“Hopefully when she leaves, we can still be friends.”
This conversation seems important. Would Jaime zone out here? Silence leaves space for observation.
The car slowed to a stop. Marike turned in her seat, eyes steady on her. “Are you ready?”
No. I’m not. And I never will be.
“Yes, I am.”
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Toronto, Ontario (St. Dominic's Prep)– 2025
Jaime stood beside Kira at the glowing fish tank, the strange blue light rippling across their faces.
I need answers—now.
“Kira, what is this House Pet Hunt? And don’t say I’ll ‘find out.’ Tell me straight. Do I have to participate?”
Kira rolled her eyes, amused. “No, you don’t. The Hunt is…think of it as a sport. House Pets use it to gamble their way out of debt—to earn their freedom. The council, though? We just watch for entertainment. Some do at least, not all. Lucky for you, Riri never joined in. She only watched.”
Okay. Good. At least she didn’t drag me into that mess.
Jaime exhaled in relief, then hesitated. “Wait. What’s a House Pet?”
Kira’s lips curled into a smirk. “Servitude. You get an owner, and you do what they say, when they say. You become a House Pet if you fall into debt.”
“Debt?” Jaime echoed, frowning.
Kira nodded. “St. Dominic’s isn’t a normal school. You’ll figure that out soon enough. Everything revolves around gambling here. If you lose big, you’re broke. If you’re broke, you belong to whoever put you there. They can even sell you off.”
Oh, so slavery. Great. Wonderful system. Good job, Riri, for steering clear.
“I assume you have one? Because of that girl earlier?” Jaime asked.
“Yes.” Kira didn’t flinch. “But technically, everyone here is a House Pet to the student council. That’s just the way it is.”
Jaime swallowed. “Will I have to gamble?”
Kira snapped her head toward her, eyes sharp. “No. You will not gamble. Riri doesn’t gamble often, and when she does, she doesn’t lose. No one should challenge you—but if they do, don’t answer. Just walk away. Do you understand?”
I don’t gamble anyway. That’s easy.
“Yes,” Jaime said quickly, then tried to change the subject. “When’s lunch?”
“You missed it,” Kira replied, turning back to the tank. “Not that it matters. Riri wouldn’t eat with us, anyway. She doesn’t take off her mask in front of people. You’ll keep it on at all times unless you’re alone in her dorm.”
Jaime blinked. “Not even with you?”
“Sometimes,” Kira admitted. “But not often.”
Jaime chewed her lip. “What about siblings? Parents? Friends? Relationships? Anything I should know?”
Kira gave a short, dark chuckle. “I’m her sister. Half-sister. Different mothers. Riri doesn’t talk much about hers, though I’ve asked. Parents aren’t here. Friends? Not really…though she’s been close with Mary lately. For me. On assignment. And Riri doesn’t do relationships.”
Half-sister. Always wanted a sister. And who’s this Mary? Is she a problem?
“Mary?” Jaime pressed. “Are they close? Or is it just this mission you mentioned?”
Kira’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Riri’s secretive—even with me. But Mary was a council member before she got demoted to House Pet. During the House Wars, she captured the flag, so her debt was cleared.”
Kira sighed. “I sent Riri to get close to Yumeko and her friends. Gather intel. But she hasn’t reported back yet. I know they’re close now.”
Riri…don’t tell me you got attached. Please don’t make this harder for me.
Before Jaime could ask more, a voice blared over the intercom:
“Students of St. Dominic’s, it’s Wendy! I’m pleased to announce—the House Pet Hunt is back and begins today! Tell your owners!”
Kira’s lips curved in a sly smile.
“Who’s Wendy?” Jaime asked nervously.
“Some House Pet who never manages to win her freedom. She guides the others. I’ve never seen her myself, but Riri has. Told me not to worry.” Kira pulled out her phone. “I need to prep for the Hunt. Do you remember your way back to your room?”
“Yes,” Jaime lied.
“Good. I’ll have a House Pet bring your lunch—you’ll eat alone. I’ll call when I need you.”
Jaime hesitated. “On the phone? The one with the glowing screen and no buttons?”
Kira raised an eyebrow. “Duh.”
Duh? You act like I’m supposed to know this stuff.
“I’m from 1993!” Jaime burst out. “You think I had one of these back then? This is too much!”
Kira’s stare softened, just slightly. “Don’t worry. Riri sticks close to me most of the time. I’ll be around. Just do as I say, and you’ll be fine. And Jaime—don’t tell anyone you’re not Riri.”
Jaime exhaled shakily. “Okay.”
Kira shooed her out. After getting lost twice in the winding halls, Jaime finally stumbled into the dorm room.
The phone lay on the desk. Jaime picked it up, the screen already glowing with new messages:
Mary: Hey, Ri.
Mary: I’ll be coming around soon.
Mary: We need to talk.
Mom: Remember I love you. Just do as you’re told.
Jaime froze.
Mary’s coming? What does she want? What am I supposed to say?
Her pulse quickened. Give me strength, Riri. I miss my small-life problems.
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Saguenay, Quebec – 1990s
Why did we split up? Riri walked beside Marike, the two of them separated from Amanda. Marike had asked for time alone with “Jaime,” which was not ideal for Riri—she had no idea what they were supposed to talk about. As they moved down the street, Marike kept sneaking side glances at her.
Is she expecting me to start?
Finally, Marike drew in a deep breath, the kind that signaled she was about to say something important.
“How are you feeling?”
Riri cocked an eyebrow. Usually, she avoided answering questions like that, and for a second, she forgot she was supposed to reply at all.
Oh.
“Fine,” Riri said at last.
Marike nodded. “Oh, that’s good.”
They walked a few more steps in silence before Riri asked, “Aren’t we supposed to be spreading the word?”
Marike laughed softly. “Yeah, but not today. I need to talk to you about yesterday.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Riri answered carefully. Hopefully that’s vague enough.
Marike sighed. “I know you weren’t exactly happy about it. But I wanted you to know—I did this for both of us.”
Riri seized the opening. “Remind me how you did this for both of us?”
Marike stopped in front of a small shop, her voice quiet but steady. “I want to be in the new system with you. I can only be there with you. You changed my life, Jaime. From day one.”
So Jaime claimed her heart—and she claimed Jaime’s. But what about the engagement?
Riri shook her head. “This new system you believe in—it’s not for me. And I can’t watch you marry someone else.”
I’ll help you out, Jaime. But you’d better do your part. Mary is a force to be reckoned with.
“As I said,” Marike pressed, “I can believe for both of us.”
That’s not how religion works.
“That’s not how it works, Marike,” Riri said gently.
“It can be.”
Riri shook her head. “Jehovah doesn’t like our relationship.”
Our?
Marike gestured with her hand for emphasis. “That’s why I’m marrying Marc-Olivier. We can’t be together now, but we can later.”
Riri’s eyes locked on hers, sharp and unwavering. “There is no later. It’s now or never. I’m willing to wait—but not forever.”
That would’ve landed better if I were at St. Dominic’s. Here, it feels like shouting into the wind. This isn’t a game, Fate. The most I can do is make a mess of what’s already broken. Jaime…if we’re connected, don’t mess this up. I don’t plan to deal with Father when I get back.
“But you will wait?”
The question pulled Riri from her spiraling thoughts. She nodded once.
Marike nodded back. “Thanks.”
They walked again in silence, until Marike asked, “I never asked you before—what’s it like?”
Riri frowned. “What’s what like?”
“Not believing in anything?”
I don’t know if your process is the same as mine, Jaime…but I guess I’ll tell my story.
“Well,” Riri began, “it’s free. I don’t feel like some higher power is constantly watching me. Something that supposedly created me, but demands absolute loyalty in return. I shouldn’t be forced to follow a set of rules just because I was born—rules that decide whether I get paradise or eternal torture. Until I see proof of a higher power—Jehovah, Ra, whoever—I’m here, and I’m free. Everyone is free to their beliefs, but never to force them.”
I don’t need another figure in my life like that. Father is enough.
Marike studied her. “Am I forcing you?”
Riri glanced into the shop window. “I’m choosing to go to the meetings. I’m choosing to do field service.”
Marike lowered her eyes. “Because it’s the only way you can spend time with me.”
I’m assuming so.
Riri nodded.
Marike’s voice softened. “When you go back home, will you call?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know when you’ll go back?”
Riri shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Still deciding.”
“What about your friends back home?”
“They’ll understand.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Then they aren’t real friends.”
Marike accepted the answer with a small nod.
Riri broke the tension with a sudden grin. “Let’s go get a muffin.”
Marike blinked, realizing they’d stopped in front of a bakery. When she looked back, Riri’s eyes carried the faintest glimmer of happiness.
“Sure. I’ll pay.”
Riri nodded, stepping inside. I swear I saw a strawberry muffin. Mary would laugh if she saw me now.
“What muffin are you getting?” Marike asked.
“Strawberry,” Riri answered immediately.
Marike wrinkled her nose. “First, you don’t add milk to your mac and cheese, and now you like strawberry muffins?”
What? She adds milk to her mac and cheese? As a cook, that’s criminal. Looks like me and Jaime agree on at least one thing.
“Yes,” Riri said flatly. “Strawberry is a perfectly normal choice. Just like chocolate.”
Marike giggled. “Sure, sure. I’ll take a normal flavor like blueberry.”
“They’re both normal flavors,” Riri muttered, rolling her eyes.
After paying, Marike suggested they head back to the car. On the way, Riri asked, “What’s Amanda going to say when we admit we didn’t do any work?”
Marike laughed. “We planned this. Don’t worry.”
Got me there.
Riri sighed. “What am I supposed to tell Beth?”
“One of your standard excuses,” Marike replied, touching her arm lightly. “We went out, didn’t sell any magazines, then bought muffins.”
Lying to family. Unbelievable.
“Understood,” Riri said.
When they reached the car, Amanda was already waiting.
“How’d it go?” Amanda asked once they were inside.
“Good. We’ll be okay,” Marike answered with a smile.
Amanda glanced back at Riri.
Riri shook her head. “Yes. I understand.”
Amanda nodded and started the engine.
At least I didn’t have to do actual field service.
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Toronto, Ontario (St. Dominic’s Prep) – 2025
I’m not ready for this conversation! I barely survived talking to Marike—how am I supposed to handle someone else’s relationship? What are you doing right now, Riri? Probably laughing at me from wherever you are. Maybe I can learn more about you from your phone…
Jaime picked it up, fumbling until her finger brushed the back. The screen blinked to life instantly.
Seriously? Just my fingerprint? That’s it?
Rows of app icons glowed at her: Gallery, Instagram, X, YouTube… She tapped Gallery.
There was an album titled People I Like. Only four pictures inside.
Kira. Mom. Mary. Wendy.
Wendy? The House Pet who made the announcement? Jaime stared at the photo. She looks just like us. A twin? And Kira says she doesn’t know her? Is Riri hiding her? Protecting her?
Her jaw tightened. Don’t worry, Riri. I’ll keep your secret.
She backed out and opened Instagram. The feed was filled with faces she didn’t know, but one name caught her attention—Suki. The boy with the hat. Behind him, countless pictures of student council members smiling like they owned the world.
How long have they all been running this place?
A knock jolted her out of thought. Jaime froze, then cautiously opened the door. A girl with a nametag held up a tray.
“Kira told me to bring this to you,” she said flatly.
Remembering Riri’s silence, Jaime only nodded, taking the tray. She shut the door, set the container on the desk, and lifted the lid. Fish, rice, and tomatoes.
Finally. Something edible. Though…Aunt Beth’s breakfast beats this any day.
She ate quietly, grateful, though every bite tasted a little empty. She had almost finished when another knock came. This one was softer—followed by a voice.
“Riri…can we talk?”
Jaime’s pulse spiked. She scrambled for the mask, pulling it over her face before opening the door.
Mary stood there. Striking. Calm. Beautiful.
Oh no. She’s even prettier up close.
Mary stepped past her into the room without waiting, sitting on Riri’s bed. She patted the space beside her. Jaime obeyed, sitting stiffly.
“I wanted to tell you I’m not running away from this anymore,” Mary began, eyes steady on her. “And you’re not either. You say you want to protect me, but I can protect myself. If you really want to protect me…then stay by my side.”
She’s doing all the work for me. Thank you, Mary. Riri, wherever you are, Im doing my part.
Jaime nodded quickly.
Mary frowned. “No. Not just nodding. I need words, Riri. Don’t push me back into silence again.”
Right. She knows you as a quiet one, but not silent with her. Careful, Jaime…
“Okay,” Jaime said softly. “I hear you.”
Mary’s smile warmed the room. She reached out, taking Jaime’s hand gently. Just then, the phone buzzed.
Kira: Come to the council room.
Kira: Time for you to see the Hunt.
Mary leaned over, reading the screen. “Let’s go together.”
Jaime forced a smile. “Okay.”
They left the room, Jaime trailing a half-step behind. Mary glanced back. “Walk beside me. You walk behind Kira, sure—but not with me. We’re equals, Ri.”
I hope so. Jaime nodded and moved closer.
When they entered the council chamber, Mary pushed Jaime forward. Kira stood at the front, lit by the glow of a massive monitor.
Mary accepted a drink from a passing girl, smirking. “I’ve got to get back onto Council. I miss the perks.”
Kira’s eyes snapped to her. “Rude to bring a guest without asking the host.” Then, sharper: “A word, sister.” She glanced at Mary on her way out. “Don’t make yourself too comfortable.”
Jaime threw Mary a quick, helpless glance before following Kira into an empty room.
Kira turned sharply. “Why did you bring Mary?”
Jaime swallowed. “Was I…not supposed to?”
“No. She cheated. She hangs around Yumeko. Unless you’ve got information on Yumeko, don’t attach yourself to a former House Pet like her.”
Jaime sighed. “She came to me. And…she helped me find the council room.”
Oh boy. Fixed Riri’s relationship problem, broke her family one. Sorry, Ri.
Kira pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just keep an eye on her, alright?”
Jaime nodded.
Kira smirked suddenly. “You’re pulling off Riri better than I expected.”
“The more I’m in her body,” Jaime admitted quietly, “the more I feel…compelled to act like her.”
Kira tilted her head. “So you’ve got her personality, but not her memories?”
“Maybe they’ll come with time,” Jaime shrugged. “But if Riri and I play our cards right, we’ll fix this.”
“How do you know Riri’s acting like you?”
“I don’t,” Jaime confessed. “But…she didn’t know my mom’s number. And Marike won’t let go of me. If Riri’s in my life, she’s probably trapped pretending to be me.”
Kira exhaled slowly. “Then hopefully fate sorts itself out soon. Until then…”
Jaime chuckled under her breath.
Kira frowned. “What’s funny?”
“Marike would’ve said Jehovah instead of fate,” Jaime said.
Kira raised a brow. “She’s religious?”
“Very.”
Kira laughed softly. “Well…if it’s true you and Riri might start sharing more of each other’s personalities—don’t fall for Mary. Riri doesn’t need distractions. We’ve already got Father to deal with.”
Too late. Riri already did. My job is just to play along.
“Understood,” Jaime said.
"Text Suki and Chad where Yumeko and Ryan is when you go back," Kira announced.
"How?"
Kira sighed, "On the phone there is an app called Messenger. Press it. Go to Suki and Chad's contact. Tell them which camera you see Yumeko on."
Jaime nodded.
They walked back in together. Jaime naturally drifted toward Mary’s side as Kira climbed back to her perch.
On the monitor, Yumeko and Ryan were being broadcast, the Hunt in full swing. Mary and Riri watched as Yumeko spoke to him softly and closely. Jaime sees them on Camera 7 so she texts Suki and Chad. While she's working her way through, she hears Mary sigh.
"They're being hunted for sport and acting like it's a date," Mary exclaimed. Mary looks at Jaime quickly, "What are they doing? Trauma bonding?"
It's possible.
Mary catches Jaime's eyes, "I'm not jealous, if that's what you're thinking."
You sound jealous.
They go back to watching monitor while Jaime continues texting Chad and Suki. Jaime sees that Yumeko and Ryan do have a connection.
Are they more than friends?
Mary leaned closer, whispering under her breath. “You know what? I’ve been too focused on Yumeko and not enough on myself. Time to put myself first for once.” She glanced Jaime up and down, her eyes softening. “Although…I might make one exception.”
Beneath the mask, Jaime smiled.
You’re one lucky girl, Riri.