A duplicate of Rebecca

... a duplicate of Rebecca. The transformation was seamless; every detail, from her facial features to her clothing, was perfectly replicated. You stared in disbelief, your mind struggling to process the sudden change.

"Dad?" you asked hesitantly, trying to process what you were seeing.

The duplicate of Rebecca smiled, but it was Walter's voice that responded. "Yes, it's me. I figured this would be the best way to handle the situation without any further... complications."

You looked at the real Rebecca, who seemed equally surprised but also somewhat amused by the turn of events. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Well, that's one way to handle it. But how long will this last?"

Walter, in Rebecca's form, replied, "Long enough to get the job done."

You felt a mixture of relief and curiosity. Relief that Walter had found a way to participate without further embarrassing you, and curiosity about how this new dynamic would play out. The pain in your spine had subsided slightly, but the overall situation was far from resolved. "So, what do we do now?" you asked, looking at both 'Rebeccas' for guidance.