Continued from January 13, 2018
He was old. Even compared to me. His grey hair was well kept and medium length. He looked worn out, as though he had been in a war. To behonest, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he was a veteren from one of the wars we’d had over the last five decades. He looked like he could have been my father, before he passed, or maybe a distant uncle.
“What are you talking about?” I bluffed, the note still in my pocket.
“I buried the note in your yard, probably twenty years ago now.” He replied, “I’m sorry about Brute. I loved him.” The old man said looking sad.
“Who are you? How do you know about my dog?” I replied moving forward threateningly.
“It’s a long story.” He replied. “I’m not sure you’d believe me, but I have hope that you might seeing as you came up here.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“I’m your son.” He replied, pausing to let me process it.
“There is no way you’re my son.” I replied, “You’re older than I am by at least two decades. You could be my father at your age.”
“Sit, please.” He said motioning to the other end of the sofa, “I’ll tell you my story and let you decide for yourself. You already came up because of my note, what harm could it do to listen to what I have to say? The important part is that we still have time before it happens.”
I stood there, analyzing what was happening. I couldn’t believe that this old man sitting there could possibly be my son. Time travel was impossible, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind about it. Under no circumstances could lucas really be that old, sitting on that couch, in 2018. I wasn’t going to sit there and listen to some story from a man that obviously had been in my yard, therefor knew where I lived, and lured me and my family to the middle of nowhere in Montana.
Then a warm smile spread across his face. I saw it in that moment. He had Elizabeth’s smile. The scar, just above his left eye, from when he fell on the playground was there. It was faint but it was there. His eyes had at first looked grey, but now I could see the flecks of green glimmering there. My heart felt as though it may stop as the impossible suddenly became inexplainable in my mind.
“How? What? I don’t.” I stammered as I sat down.
“It’s okay, dad,” He said, “I’ll explain everything.”
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