The Counterfeit Daughter

On my twenty-fifth birthday, my family held two votes.

The first was four to one in favor of lending my boyfriend, Gavin, to my best friend, Harper, for a month.

The second was four to one in favor of evicting me from the house that very night.

I walked through the torrential downpour for three hours, dragging a waterlogged suitcase through the neon-slicked streets, when a translucent gold interface flickered into existence before my eyes:

[Life Exchange Protocol Activated.]

[Target: Harper Sutton. Duration: Thirty Days.]