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I always thought my life was normal. Until the day I realized someone in my house might never have actually existed. My name is Emily. I’m 32 years old. I have a daughter, Lily, she’s six. And I have a husband… Mark. At least, that’s what I believed. Mark is quiet, extremely quiet. He leaves for work on time, comes home on time, never complains, never argues. My mom once said something strange, “Don’t you think your husband is a little too perfect? Almost unreal?” I laughed it off back then. I s