Chapter 119: Cold Rain over Pennsylvania

Justin was not Justin.

He knew this because he should have been in the backseat. It was dark. The roads were slick with rain, and the wipers were going hard. He'd had this dream before. Plenty of times, in fact. It was a dream of a memory, and he knew exactly how it went. But he was supposed to be in the car's backseat. Instead, for some reason, he was driving

He looked at his hands on the wheel and noticed how much hairier they were than usual. The fingernails looked different, and a gold wedding band was on his left ring finger. He tilted his head to check the rearview mirror and saw the silhouette of a sixteen-year-old boy in the backseat, illuminated by the headlights of a passing car-a boy whose arms were still both human. Justin was looking at himself, sitting behind him.

He turned. His mother sat in the passenger's seat beside him. The sight of her alive made his chest hurt.