The Former Residence
15
The man was standing outside the door. From my side, I could only see his side face.
"Who? Who's there?" I shouted.
The man came out with his head down, wearing an orange hoodie and gray tight pants.
It was Miguel? His face and clothes were all the same as Miguel's. But I felt that the man had something different with Miguel.
I shouted, "Miguel?"
He raised his head and gave me a weird smile.
It was hard to describe his odd smile. Normal people smiled with facial muscles change, but his smile only pulled the corners of his mouth.
It felt like the skin on his face was fake.
"Miguel, are you okay?" His forehead was covered with blood. I was about to check his wound.
However, Cassie stopped me and said in a trembling voice, "Cole, it's not Miguel."
I turned around and looked at her in confusion. I didn't know why she said that.
"Look at his legs," she said and pointed at Miguel.