It was amazing, Kay found, how similar Micah was to Michael in almost every way—but just almost. The excitement in his voice, the brightness of his smile, how his face conveyed the unfiltered emotions he felt the very second, even the way he sat and listened to Kay that made him feel heard, as if he had all of his attention, as if they were the only ones in the Café—Micah shared all of those with Michael. And why not, when they were essentially the same person?
Kay retold the story of how he became delayed in school, how he fell off the roof by accident, how he ended up seeing angels—and Micah listened perfectly.
“You probably had a lot of surgeries, huh?” he asked afterwards.
“Actually, I did,” Kay said with a tinge of embarrassment, self-consciously touching the part of his sleeve th
