Who are you?Abby, she says. And you are?Ethan, I answer. He’s my twin.Her eyes dart between us. You don’t look anything alike.I’m a boy. She’s a girl. I sure as hell hope we don’t, says Ethan.
Your "look-alike" may be the result of one of the various possible futures happening simultaneously!
He looked so much like me, I could tell that he saw it, too, we shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? DO we all make the same mistakes, or has one of u...