Nancy dashed out the door, leaving Jules to face the dream alone.
Because this had to be a dream.
Ethan's doppelgänger stood at the door in a plain white tee shirt, ripped jeans, and a backpack slung over one shoulder. A goofy grin playing on his lips.
“Hey, you must be Aunty Jules.”
“Ethan has a son?” the thought echoed in her head.
He gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Ethan’s son? Ouch, Aunty Jules. I feel insulted.” Then, without waiting for an invitation, he stepped in, his sneakers staining the black tiles.
“I’m Colton. Ethan’s younger, much cooler, definitely more fun little brother.”
Jules blinked, still reeling. Not just from the news that Ethan had a brother, but from the fact that this kid was calling her "Aunty Jules" like she was some retired librarian.
