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“I’m hungry. Will you get me some sushi while you’re there?” she pleads.
“Grocery store sushi?” I ask with a grin as I make my way up toward the deli area.
“Listen, it’s been ten months, and I’m desperate.”
“You got it. Anything else?” I ask.
“Nope. Just you,” she adds sweetly.
“I’ll be home soon.”
“Love you,” she says through the line.
“Love you too,” I reply before hanging up.
I catch sight of myself in the glass doors of the deli section and realize what a mess I am. I desperately need a haircut, to shave my beard, and apparently check the state of my shirts before leaving the house. This one has a spit-up stain right on the shoulder.
After picking up a variety of sushi rolls for Sadie, I make my way to the register. A text from Adam on my phone pings as I drop everything on the conveyor belt.
Need to talk when you have a chance.
It’s about time. I can’t say I’m surprised to get this message. Apparently, when we were at the hospital, Mom let it slip that my brother was with me, but he did some digging and found out that the brother wasn’t Caleb.
I knew this day would come, and I’m not nearly as worried about it as I once was. So Adam found out I’ve been in contact with Isaac. He’ll deal with it.
There’s a man in a suit standing in front of me, checking out with the cashier as I stare at the text from my brother. The reason I notice the man is because he keeps glancing back at me suspiciously.
Is the spit-up stain that bad?
Once he pays, he politely smiles at the cashier and tells her, “God bless.”
Then as she starts to ring up my items, the man takes his time putting his wallet away, glancing at me more than twice. I’m officially weirded out now.
After I pay, I grab the bag and take a step toward the door, but the guy is still there.
“Caleb Goode?” he asks as he steps in line next to me on the way to the parking lot.
I pause. “No…” I reply skeptically. “You must be looking for my brother.” Which is weird because Caleb and I don’t even really look alike. I look more like Adam if I’m being honest.
Finally getting a good look at the guy, I notice that he’s well-dressed, handsome, tall, and probably about my age. Nothing about him gives me reason for concern, except for the fact that he knows my twin brother’s name.
Laughing, he shakes his head. “It was a fifty-fifty chance. You must be Lucas.”
“I am, and you are…”
“Sorry,” he says, putting out his hand. “Jenson Miles. You don’t know me, but there were still pictures of you and your family when I moved in. And we’ve never been properly introduced.”
“Moved in?” I ask without shaking his hand.
“To the church.”
For some reason, my mind immediately goes to Adam’s church, the one we went to as kids before our father opened a megachurch and sullied his reputation and lost it.
“Redemption Point. I’m…” he stammers for a second as if he’s surprised I don’t know who he is. “I’m the new pastor.”
If he’s waiting for a reaction from me, he’s going to be sorely disappointed. Instead of congratulating him on his new gig, I continue the walk to my car. “You’ll have to understand, Mr. Miles, that it’s a bit of a sore subject for me and my family.”
He walks briskly beside me. “I understand, and I didn’t mean to ambush you.”
