Chapter 393

Alexander

We stood there in the parking lot, the evening air suddenly feeling cold despite the mild temperature.

“That kid is too familiar,” Anthony continued. “I kept looking at him, trying to figure out why he seemed so recognizable. And then it hit me.”

“What hit you?”

“I remembered someone from my childhood.” Anthony’s expression was troubled. “A little boy whom I used to play with at country club events. Who asked a million questions and never sat still. Who had this particular way of gesturing when he got excited, like his hands couldn’t keep up with his thoughts.”

My chest felt tight. “Your point?”

“My point is that kid reminded me of you, Alex. When you were his age.” Anthony paused. “Which raises a very interesting question.”

“Which is?”

“How come that kid is so similar to you?”

I wanted to deny it, to laugh it off, to come up with some rational explanation for why a random child in Connecticut would bear any rese