Twins disappeared in 2002 —21 years later, their mother finds something shocking in an online video…

There was no longer any doubt. Every cell in his body screamed. It was Ana Clara and Isabella.

The woman spent all night awake, trying to find the source of this video. I looked at the profile of the person who posted it. He skimmed through the comments, until he found a clue.

One of the users had tagged a page on Instagram, as Twin Voices Music. Estella clicked. And there it was.

Profile of two young artists who have performed on the streets of Europe, notably in cities in Germany and Austria. They spoke fluent English, kindly responded to comments, posted videos, smiling, singing, talking about their lives. But nothing, absolutely nothing mentioned Brazil.

Nothing about childhood. Nothing about family. No photos allowed for children under 12, as if their life had begun from the middle.

Estella, her heart pounding, didn’t know what to do. Were they really his daughters? Or just a cruel twist of fate? She needed to be sure. And she was ready to do anything.

To discover the truth. Estella could barely breathe. Shaking hands.

Burning eyes. Racing heart. Those young women in the video.

Everything inside them was screaming. My daughter. But at the same time, everything seemed distant.

Strange. The Twin Voices Music account showed the girls living in Germany, and performing brief tours of cities across Europe. They were around 31 years old, exactly the same age as Ana Clara and Isabella.

But how did two young girls who disappeared in Brazil end up singing in European squares? And furthermore, why didn’t they seem to remember where they came from? Or were they hiding something? Estella spent days and nights analyzing everything. I saved every image. Every video.

Every comment. I observed their way of speaking. Their gestures.

The details of their faces. Their skin. And then he realized a detail that almost stopped his heart.

In one of the videos, the girl who appeared to be Isabella was wearing a gold chain, with a heart-shaped pendant. It was the same one Estella had given him for his tenth birthday. I was there.

On his neck. After 21 years, Estella fell to the ground crying like a child. Now she was completely sure of it.

And I needed to do something. But how did she, a humble woman from the interior of Brazil without speaking another language without money for long journeys, manage to get there? It was then that he decided to write for the page. I sent a private message.

In Portuguese. Hi. I saw one of your videos online.

Please. I need to talk to you. This may sound strange, but I think I’m your mother.

He spent hours staring at the screen. No response. Two days have passed.

Three. A week. No response.

Estella began to despair. He wrote again. This time in plain English with the help of an online translator.

I think I’m your mother. Please talk to me. I’m from Brazil.

My name is Estella. Nothing. She commented on the videos.

I checked the receipt. He demanded attention. I was blocked.

Blocked. That word felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. She didn’t understand.

Were they really her daughters? Why would they reject her like that? Or someone else was controlling everything? And then something unexpected happened. Two days after the block, a mysterious new account appeared. No photo.

No followers. No description. The account sent a single message.

Stop looking for them. They don’t know who they are. If you keep looking for them, you risk hurting them.

Estella felt the world spin. Who was this person? How did you find out about the story and why did you want to hide the truth? Her mind was filled with old memories. Fragmented images of the day she disappeared.

And then, a forgotten memory returned with a vengeance. She remembered a car. A black car.

Standing discreetly on the street corner the day of the disappearance. She had never paid attention to it. But now, it all made sense.

She searched through old police files. He requested access to the statements from that time. Read everything again.

And in one of the reports, a witness said he saw two girls getting into a black car with Sao Paulo license plates. But this testimony was rejected at the time. Because it seemed confused and lacked evidence.

Estella went to the police station and asked for the case to be reopened. He was ignored. They said it had been 21 years.

That the investigations were closed. That nothing could be done. But she didn’t give up.

I made a video. He told his story. He showed pictures of his daughters.

The internet video. The bracelet. The mysterious message.

Posted in groups. Missing persons forums and on social media. And suddenly, something extraordinary happened.

The video went viral. Thousands of people started sharing. Comments of support.

People say they’re the same. Others say, there’s no denying it. People all over the world began to investigate for themselves.

Internet users in Germany, Brazil, and the United States began collecting data, cross-referencing images, and trying to find the young women in person. And it was in the midst of all this commotion that completely unexpectedly, Estella received a new message. It was from a woman named, of course, residing in Munich.

Hello, my name is Clara. I saw your video. I know these girls.

They usually sing in the square next door. I approached them one day and they told me that an Austrian woman named Margaret adopted them when they were 12. But they don’t know anything about her past…