I stepped into that office, turned around, and froze completely. Same gray eyes.
Same narrow face. The exact same birthmark by the eyebrow. Only the hair color was different.
“How is this possible?” I asked, my hands shaking. “We’re waiting on his mother,” the principal said.
“Once she arrives, a lot of this will make sense.” The door swung open behind me.
I turned around. And the moment I saw who was standing there, I screamed.
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