• "What the hell was that last night?"
    "What?"
    "What was with the hair and the humming?"
    "I had a twin brother who was sick all the time. I started doing that once, and it calmed him down, so it became habit, even if he was already asleep."
    That confirmed a little bit of my dream. "Are you identical twins?"
    "Yes."
    "Where is he?"
    "Not sure."
    "Why not?"
    "Something happened a long time ago. He stopped talking to me, and eventually, I never saw him again."
    "Did you know about the dream I had last night?"
    He hesitated, then replied, "yes."
    "How?"
    "That's for me to know, and for you to find out."
    "Maybe I want to know right now."
    "Maybe you'll have to learn patience."
    "I am so insulted."
    "Sorry."
    "Don't matter." I shrugged awkwardly, and he smiled again. Damn him and his perfectly straight white teeth. Lizzie sat down beside me, nibbling quietly on her french toast. My stomach rumbled. So did Caleb's.
    I glanced at him. He was staring blankly at the french toast. I could tell that he had kind of zoned out. His eyes traveled from Lizzie and her very good smelling breakfast to a certain place on my throat. I waved my hand through the air, and he blinked a few times.
    "You gonna go to school today?" he asked vaguely.
    "I see no reason not to."
    "I just started going to a new school. I should go there today. Who knows? I might see my brother."
    "Maybe," I replied, snatching up a piece of toast and stuffing a few books in my backpack.
    Lizzie giggled. Personally, I couldn't shake the strange feeling I had gotten when Caleb stared at my neck.