“MDT Denver, Colorado “Wyatt,” Alex said softly. Sitting on the bed, she put her hand on his shoulder, and he opened his eyes. He closed them for a moment and then opened them again. His eyes moved over her face. “Max?” “It’s Alex,” she smiled at him. “You are not the love of my life,” Wyatt closed his eyes. “I’m here,” Max said from the other side of the bed. Wyatt’s head turned toward the sound of Max’s voice. He smiled at Max and patted the bed for him to sit down. Max sat down and took Wya...tt’s hand. Wyatt looked back at Alex. “It is uncanny how much you look alike,” Wyatt said. Alex smiled. “Where am I?” Wyatt asked. “Our basement,” Max said. “How did I get here?” Wyatt asked. “What’s the last thing you remember?” Alex asked. “The phone ringing,” Wyatt said. “Anything else?” Alex asked. Wyatt shook his head. “You were activated,” Alex said. “I . . . was . . . activated . . .” Wyatt said slowly. “I guess I remember that.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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