Chapter 102
James stood before him.
This man looked like John, but thinner, gaunt, and his skin had a pale, translucent tone that went beyond John’s coloring to unhealthy.
He wore exactly the same clothes: jeans, heavy warm shirt under his coat, even the hiking boots. Everything was baggy and loose on his frame. The eyes were the same vibrant dark green, but sunken and bloodshot.
The two men stared at each other, out of physical reality and outside of time.
John had spent most of his life terrified that even imagining the person he was standing in front of would mean he was crazy, schizophrenic or worse. He’d spent even more time wishing he could have this opportunity, even for a moment.
The last time he’d stood here with James, his twin had tried to strangle him.
John faced his bro
