"That's enough, Richard."
The voice echoed through the trees.
Calm.
Cold.
Powerful.
Every instinct in my body told me I knew that voice.
Not from memory.
Not from experience.
From somewhere deeper.
Something buried.
Something forgotten.
Then she stepped out of the forest.
And the world stopped.
The woman looked to be in her fifties.
Elegant.
Composed.
Silver streaks in her dark hair.
But it wasn't her appearance that stole my breath.
It was her face.
Because she looked exactly like me.
Not similar.
Not close.
Exactly.
The same eyes.
The same smile.
The same dimple on h