Lucille

With my hands gripping the railing, I waited as Roman came closer. I scanned from his hair to his shoes, looking for anything that would alert anyone to his deception. The resemblance was uncanny. As he neared, I longed to ask his real name. However, common sense told me that if I thought of him as Roman and spoke to him as Roman, no one would be the wiser.

“Do you come out here often?” he asked, stepping into the ...