She was going crazy. That was why there was a Justin. Justin was just a figure of her imagination, wasn’t he? He didn’t seem to exist anywhere else except to appear to her when she was alone. When she saw him, he was always alone. Why? Did he have a family or any friends? Or was he just a dream or a fantasy, a product of imagination? That was it she was losing her mind.
Her mom was shifting the topic again. She was saying something about their neighbors. She was talking about Sharon Macqueen. No, she was not talking about her. She was talking about her tenant. She was saying. “That is him, don’t you think?” She had ceased walking and was gazing back the way they had come. “Look, Kathy, the one with the baseball cap.” She pointed.
Katherine swiveled to follow her gaze. “Where?” She asked immediately.
“There!” Her mom answered.
Katherine could see several guys with baseball caps. But one had the hat yanked incredibly low over his face. Now she sighted him; he was strolling past a store. As she stared, he ducked into the store, fleeing her sight. But she had a vague feeling of a familiar face, the color of the hair, the build. It was all familiar to her because she saw so much of it in the last few days. Her abdomen felt upset. At that moment, the pieces in her mind clicked into place. As they did so, her mom snapped her fingers together.
“I’ve got it. His name is Justin Wade.” Katherine put her right hand over her stomach and gripped her shirt into the palm of her hand as it closed into a fist. She was trying to calm her insides from the exterior. It didn’t help. Her ears were humming now. She gulped and turned away.
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