It swung open almost instantly. I gave an automatic grin as I raised my head. A teenage boy remained at the threshold.
My grin vanished. The pastry fell as well — dropping out of my grip and shattering near my shoes, yet I hardly registered the mess.
The only thing I could focus on was that boy’s face, a face I had dedicated a decade trying to survive without viewing.
“Goodness gracious! Are you alright?” He stepped closer cautiously, staying clear of the shattered ceramic pieces.
“Toby?”
“Ma’am? Are you burned? Are you suffering from a medical issue?”
He stared directly into my face. There was zero chance of an error. He possessed wavy locks and a defined jawline, identical to Toby. Yet the most striking trait was his mismatched irises, one being blue and the other brown.
Heterochromia. Exactly like Toby, who had received that physical trait from his grandma.
I had no clue how it could be real, yet my mind held zero uncertainty: this teenager was my boy!
“Ma’am?” He rested a palm against my arm.
I drew in air, and it seemed like the only real oxygen I had consumed in ages.
Only one single inquiry actually meant anything.
“What is your age?” I questioned.
He angled his head. “Excuse me? Well, I am 19.”
Nineteen. The exact number of years Toby would have reached.
“Jace? Is everything alright out there? I heard something shatter…” a female’s voice echoed from deep within the residence.
The teenager looked back. “I am okay, Mom. However, a lady is standing here; she spilled an item.”
Mom. Listening to him direct that title toward another person brought on the most bizarre sensation.
He began gathering the ruined ceramic bits. A lady appeared in the entry space right behind him.
The initial disbelief was slowly wearing off now. I faked a polite expression.
“I am incredibly apologetic regarding the spill,” I stated. “My child. He… if he had been given the opportunity to mature, he would have appeared incredibly similar to your son.”
Jace (his name was Jace, not Toby, unless some magical event made him Toby) furrowed his brows and stood tall. “Oh, I am deeply sorry for your tragedy. Please do not stress over the spill. It is fine.”
Yet the lady froze entirely, resembling a tiny rodent that just noticed a predator staring down at it. Her gaze darted from my face toward her boy… and ultimately rested on his irises.
“Apologies for your tragedy, but you must depart now. We are extremely busy here!”
Then she moved closer, yanked Jace swiftly inside the residence, and slammed the heavy door right before my face.
I remained on those steps for an amount of time I could not track, attempting to comprehend what had just occurred to me.
I could hear them reacting to the encounter, too — muffled tones that failed to pierce through the wood clearly enough for me to decipher their exact words.
Afterward, I spun around and sprinted toward my own house.
Neil sat in the sitting area upon my return, going through a novel. He raised his gaze when I stepped inside….
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