Since the situation didn't get better, I scheduled a meeting with the parents.
The meeting was scheduled for Thursday at four.
Lily was sitting in front of my desk, moving a knee so hard that the chair was shaking.
At 4:07, the steps ceased outside.
Lily closed her eyes.
The door opened. I stood up.
And my heart stopped.
At 4:07, the steps ceased outside.
Paul was standing there.
Same height.
The same shoulders.
The same face.
For a moment, in a state of madness, I couldn’t understand why my husband was entering my classroom as Lily’s father.
Paul was standing there.
Then he frowned and I saw the differences.
He wore the shortest hair. She had broken her nose once and had been slightly crooked. His expression was more severe than Paul's.
This wasn't Paul.
It was Daniel, Paul's identical twin brother.
A man I hadn't seen in almost eleven years.
