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Black Box: Part 4
The light illuminated Luka. Not only did the surprise on his face match mine, but his features did as well. He had dark curly hair that he kept so long and thick that it looked like a mop. His chin angled the same way hers did, and the corners of his mouth curved down similarly to hers. Even his eyebrows curled like hers did when they got too long.
What the hell?
I gasped, and the flame shuttered. Luka took his eyes off his hand to look at me. His jaw dropped further.
“Who are you?” we said at the same time.
The fire stopped flickering. The Black Box returned to darkness.
“Ah!” Luka cried. “I’ll try to bring it back. I’m sure I can…”
Luka continued, but I didn’t listen. I had heard rumors before. Rumors of bastards. Rumors of unfaithfulness, but by the time they reached my ears, I knew they were incoherent, exaggerated, and mostly false. But this…this was different.
“…remember what I did-”
“Luka.” He stopped babbling. “What part of Friesland are you from?”
Luka paused. “Every part, I guess. But I haven’t lived there in years. Why?”
I ignored the question. “Do you have a dad?”
“Um, no. He died when I was young.”
