The Moment Everything Shifted
It started with something ordinary—a moving truck next door, a new neighbor, a brief introduction.
His name was Miles.
There was something about him I couldn’t ignore. Not just resemblance, though that was there in unsettling ways. It was recognition, the kind that doesn’t ask for permission before settling in your chest.
Still, I told myself what anyone would:
You’re imagining it.
Until I wasn’t.
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