The apartment door opens, catching my attention. A man steps out, and my heart stops until I realize it’s not him. He looks similar, same facial structure and dirty-blonde hair, though this man’s is longer and falling into his eyes. The man leans against the wall beside the door and kicks up a foot to rest on the wall. He taps a pack of cigarettes, but doesn’t open it. A realization slams into my chest. He uses doppelgangers.
