My Family Adored The Other Me, Now They All Kneel Before Me

On my twenty-fourth birthday, a strange app materialized on everyone's phones in my family.

Inside lived another version of me.

She went by Tina, too, but she was lightyears ahead of me.

Mom's bakery had been bleeding money for three years. The other Tina casually tweaked a recipe, and the shop sold out by noon. Dad had failed his tenure bid three times; she rewrote his presentation, and the dean called him in for a private meeting the very next day.