I hired a private investigator to look into things for me and see what he could find. I deeply regret it.

No one hires a private detective very often, and certainly not my friend. But she had a reason; she thought her husband was cheating on her. I became interested when she told me what the PI had found. Since becoming a police officer had always been my dream, I asked her in a shy way for the investigator's card.

That time, I had a lot of extra cash and felt like my life was going nowhere. I was bored because I spent most of my days watching YouTube and playing video games. So I chose to hire the same private investigator that my friend did. My boyfriend agreed with my plan after hearing it.

We planned for him to think I wasn't there and gave him information about my family, job, and other things. My boyfriend was okay with the fact that we couldn't meet up while the investigation went on, even though I told him.

Things quickly went in a strange direction, though. When the PI got involved, he didn't seem to believe I existed. He kept telling my boyfriend that he was wasting his time after he tried to convince him that I was real. Finally, on the fifth day of the probe, my boyfriend lost it and called me.

He said the only person in state history with my name had died a year before I was born. This is a very rare person. Even stranger, this girl had lived in the house where I grew up. I thought my boyfriend was pulling a joke on me, but the way he spoke was so scary.

He said, "I'm not pulling a trick." "The detective even took me to the grave." It had your full name, including your given name.

I had no idea what to do because I was shocked. I called my mum to find out what was going on. The way she looked changed, and she told me to stay where I was. In the meantime, I called the private detective and begged him to find out what was going on. He only asked me things that didn't matter, like where I was born and what my parents' names are.

When I told the police officer that my mother was on her way to my flat, they asked for her full name. When I gave it to him, he told me to leave my flat right away and go to his office before my mum got there.

As I quickly grabbed my keys, my mum pulled into my driveway with a man I didn't know. I thought something was wrong because he was wearing a winter jacket even though it was spring. The man pulled out a gun before I could leave. I knew it was my boyfriend's Glock, so I ran to my neighbor's yard, ready to be shot.

Thank goodness nothing bad happened, and I finally hit my boyfriend's car. But there was another man in the back seat. That person was the private detective.

I told him that he thought my parents had something to do with a kidnapping that happened in a different state. The cops thought they were ignoring their baby girl, so they did this. When she died, they had to totally replace the child so they wouldn't get caught.

All of this was a shock to me because my parents had never been mean to me in my life. Of course, I first denied everything. But my mum had no right to bring an armed stranger into my house. We called the police, and they dug up the backyard of the house where I grew up. When they looked, they found the child's body. The kid they asked me to take care of.

A number of years have passed since then. I have tried really hard not to think about this. I've left everyone behind and moved out of the country. My circle of friends, my boyfriend, and that private eye. I have no idea how far this rabbit hole goes. I don't know how many different people my parents have met. I have no idea what my dad's part is in all of this.

It's all too much for me to handle, so I had to say it.