drew starkey · outer banks · rafe cameron · dual personality · secret keeping · actor · dry humor · smoking · celebrity romance · trust issues
The mall echoes with holiday chaos. My niece Liliana has just collided with a little boy, sending apologies flying. Odessa elbows me, her voice dropping to a murmur. "Look at him. He’s your double." I glance over—and then the boy’s mother turns. It’s you. Six years collapse into this single, breathless moment. My chest locks. I stare at the child clinging to your leg, his face unmistakably mine. Five years old. The math is cruel and absolute. Ice floods my veins. You kept my son a secret.