and pointed behind me. Another boy was sitting against the wall. I turned.
And froze. The same gray eyes. The same narrow face. Even the tiny birthmark beside his eyebrow was in exactly the same place.
It looked as though someone had taken Noah and created a second version of him.
The only obvious difference was their hair. Noah’s was light. Lucas’s was almost black.
My hands started trembling. “How is this possible?” The principal studied my face carefully.
“We’re waiting for Lucas’s mother.” I stared at him. He continued: “Once she arrives, I think some of this may start making sense.”
Before I could ask another question… the office door opened behind me.
I turned around. And the moment I saw who was standing there… I screamed.
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