Dark curls.
Hazel eyes.
That crooked smile.
For one impossible second, I forgot how to breathe.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Twenty two years had passed.
People found look-alikes every day. Boston wasn’t exactly a small town.
“Mom?”
Stormy’s voice sounded strangely far away.
“You okay?”
I forced myself to blink.
“Sorry.”
I looked at the photograph again.
“He reminds me of someone I knew.”
She tilted the phone toward herself. “You think so?”
Before I could answer, she swiped to the next picture. This one had caught Jordan walking away toward the train doors.
His backpack rested over one shoulder.
And hanging from the zipper was a tiny blue felt teddy bear.
One button eye was blue, the other green. The left ear leaned slightly lower than the right.
No.
It couldn’t be.
Hundreds of people owned little teddy bear keychains.
