For a moment, my body forgot how to move.
He looked up from the scanner. "You good, sir?"
His voice was not mine, but it was close enough to make my skin prickle.
I walked closer, barely able to breathe. There were tiny differences, sure. His hair was a little darker. He was leaner than I had been. But the face staring back at me was the one from my old graduation photos. The one Nina used to tease me about.
I reached for my wallet with shaking fingers.
"What's your name?" I asked. "And why do you look exactly like my twin brother... or like I did when I was 18?"
His expression changed.
Not confusion. Not annoyance.
Fear.
"My name?" he repeated.
I pulled an old photo from my wallet and handed it to him.
It was creased from years of being carried. In it, I was 18, standing beside my old truck, grinning at the camera with my hair falling in my eyes. Nina had once told me I looked like trouble in that picture.
