Noah had one in exactly the same place.
So had the baby I remembered seeing for perhaps three seconds before anesthesia took me under.
I stepped forward.
“Lucas.”
He looked frightened.
I stopped immediately.
“I’m sorry.”
The principal said:
“Mrs. Bennett, perhaps we should sit down.”
I sat because standing was no longer possible.
Noah looked between me and Lucas.
“That’s why we fought.”
I turned.
“What?”
Noah pointed at Lucas.
“Everyone keeps saying we look the same.”
Lucas snapped:
“I didn’t start it.”
“I didn’t say you did.”
“You pushed me.”
“You pushed back.”
Principal Warren cleared his throat.
“Apparently another child joked that they were clones. Noah thought Lucas was making fun of him. Lucas thought Noah was accusing him of copying him.”
I barely heard any of it.
“Where is Lucas’s mother?”
“She’s on her way.”
My heart started pounding.
I whispered:
