Standing on the back patio of the home I spent many summers with my family, I felt the warm blanket of nostalgia. I couldn’t believe I was back. It had been years since I last looked across this lake. The gentle snow-capped waves still pushed up against the grain-colored sand. The weathered brick sun was dipping behind the line of trees creating the illusion the lake was a shimmering Sapphire nest...
I am reaching for a box of mac ‘n’ cheese when the hair on my arms stands up straight. She is here; she must be. I stop, look over my left shoulder, and nothing but normal strangers roaming Kroger. I slowly look over to my right, and there she is standing at the end of the aisle; my doppelgänger. Instead of disappearing out of sight like every normal. She motions for me to follow her. She turns an...