“Did you really think I’m going to stay in this place for you?” Adam said in his other ear, all chilly dismissal. The real Adam was standing with his head turned to the side as an unreasonable facsimile of his father screamed in his face, the cadence of his voice perfectly and eerily matched to the real Robert Parrish. There was a firm set to Adam’s mouth that was less fear and more stubbornness.
