The problem was getting her parents and me into the same room.
I just didn’t understand why.
Not yet.
Part 4 — The Man Who Looked Like My Husband
The conference was scheduled for Thursday at four.
Lily sat across from my desk while we waited.
Her knee bounced constantly.
Every few seconds, she looked toward the door.
At 4:07, footsteps approached.
Lily stopped moving.
She actually closed her eyes.
The handle turned.
I stood.
And when the door opened, my entire body went numb.
Paul stood in the doorway.
My husband.
Same height.
Same build.
Same face.
For one bewildering second, my brain simply refused to understand what I was seeing.
Why was Paul walking into my classroom for Lily’s parent conference?
Then the man frowned.
And I saw it.
His hair was shorter.
His nose bent slightly to one side from an old injury.
There was a hardness around his eyes that Paul didn’t have.
My heart began pounding.
Not Paul.
Daniel.
Paul’s identical twin brother.
A man I had not seen in almost eleven years.
Lily slowly stood.
“Dad.”
The room seemed to tilt.
Dad.
And then memories came rushing back.
Daniel had a daughter.
A little girl I had met years earlier, before the brothers’ feud divided the family.
She had been around five the last time I saw her.
I turned toward Lily.
Daniel’s daughter.
My niece.
“Oh my God.”
I caught the edge of my desk.
Daniel stared at me in equal shock.
“Rachel?”
“What are you doing here?”
His expression changed.
Confusion became realization.
Then horror.
“Oh, God.”
“What?”
He looked at Lily.
Then back at me.
“Paul didn’t tell you.”
Every sound in the room seemed to disappear.
I heard only my own heartbeat.
“Tell me what?”
Daniel slowly sat down.
“I moved back three months ago.”
I laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“Three months?”
Daniel and Paul hadn’t spoken properly in years.
Their relationship had broken apart after a bitter dispute over their father’s estate. What began as an argument became resentment, and resentment eventually became silence.
When Maggie died, Daniel sent flowers.
Paul removed the card before I saw it.
That had been the last contact between our families.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“My wife got a job nearby. Mom’s getting older. And…” He looked uncomfortable. “I got tired of pretending I wanted to stay angry with my brother forever.”
