The service is over. People are still filing out of the Church. Chloe stares ahead, floundering in sensations she cannot describe because she has never felt them before. After a few long moments, “Not sure what just happened.” James turns to gaze at her, adopting a proud and loving smirk. “I think you just gave your heart to Jesus,” he guides. Chloe blinks. “Whatever I did,” she fumbles for the right word, “I’ve never been more at peace.” It is as though Chloe’s happiness is buoyed by something unsinkable. James nudges her arm affectionately. “Come over for dinner. Mom insists.” Chloe flashes him a sidelong smile. James takes Chloe by the hand as they stand up and come together for a hug. As they embrace, Chloe looks over James’ shoulder to see a man standing by the door, swaddled in soft white light. Time stands still. He has very familiar face, a face she has seen staring back at her from her computer screen many times before for many years. What could be Patrick’s doppelganger, his identical twin mirror, smiles at her.
