The guy who had just walked in was the exact replica of Aaron. I had to wipe my eyes and make sure tears were not making my vision blurry to the extent where I was beginning to see double. But I was not seeing double. My eyes were not playing tricks on me, this guy was the spitting image of Aaron. In fact, he was the mirroring image of the guy. My problems forgotten, I stared dumbly at the guy.

“What are you doing here?”

Aaron’s voice was sharp and held zero ...