Calista

"And this is where the paper plates go," Mark said pointing inside a kitchen cabinet. Calista Hargrove looked around the clean space and frowned.

"You don't own real dishes?" she asked.

"They're real. They're just not made out of porcelain or whatever regular dishes are made out of," Mark defended. "Besides, you don't have to do dishes when you're done. You just throw them away. Genius, right?"

"Or lazy," Calista mumbled.

"Let's just agree that I'm right." Mark winked, closing the cabinet door. He led her back to the living room. Calista looked at the photographs hanging on the wall. There was one of a young boy with what she assumed were her parents. She slowly pulled it off the wall.

"Are those your parents?" she asked.

"Our parents," he corrected her. "That's the only picture of our mother that's on display. The rest were kind of destroyed."

"Kind of destroyed?"

"It's a long story. Anyway, if you're up for it, I'd like you to meet our grandfather."

Calista stared at the family photograph, a sad smile on her face. Their mother looked just like her before she had her surgery. She placed the photograph back in its spot and lightly shook her head. "Maybe later. I'm still trying to deal with a new brother on top of having someone trying to kill me, a new sister that slept with my husband, and a new face. To be honest, I'm feeling kind of numb about everything right now."

"It sounds like you need a drink," Mark said.

She was about to answer when his doorbell rang. Calista looked at the surprised expression on Mark's face. "Are you expecting company?"

"No, I can't say that I am."

He crossed over to the door and opened it to reveal a woman in nurse's scrubs. Mark's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry do I know-"

"Calista!" The woman pushed past him and ran towards Calista. "I was so worried. I got your text and I'm here! You're not going to believe what's going on! The Dovers are in an uproar!"

"Janelle, calm down," Calista said, holding both of her hands. "Tell me slowly."

"Who's this?" Mark asked, pointing a thumb at Janelle.

"It's okay, she's my friend and she knows what's going on. I told her I was here."

"Calista, it's Adam. He was arrested for trying to kill Calista...the other Calista."

"What?" Calista Hargrove felt the blood drain from her face before she glanced over at Mark. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Mark shrugged. "If he really was trying to get rid of you, I don't think he was working alone."

"No, it's got to be Adam. Even Ms. Dover said it was him," Janelle said.

"You talked to Calista Dover?" Calista asked. "How? When did you two ever even meet?"

"That's a good question," Mark said.  "What did you and Calista Dover talk about?"

Janelle shrugged. "Nothing, really. She called me out of the blue one day after I started working for Pop Pop. She said she knew that someone was trying to hurt you and that she wanted to help."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Calista asked.

"Because she only promised to help if I didn't tell you. She said something about not being ready to meet you."

"So you knew we were sisters?"

A look of guilt flashed across Janelle's face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do but I wanted to protect you. She had proof that Adam had been cheating on you. I didn't want to see you get hurt again."