JAMES
The smell of lamb arouses my nose when Grace leads me into her mother’s house. It’s a small terrace and the front door opens up straight into the living room. A man stands from the couch to greet us, and although we haven’t met before, I know it’s Tom, Grace's brother. They’re shockingly similar, even the way they walk, but when Tom shakes my hand I notice his eyes are a different colour.
“Tom, James. James, Tom,” Grace introduces us and I offer a small nod as Tom releases my hand. It’s a little discomforting knowing this man, this stranger, knows all about me, things my own family have no idea about. Still, I’m glad Grace has someone knowledgeable to discuss my illness with when he doesn’t feel like he can talk to me.
“Nice to meet you, Tom.”
“Likewise.” Tom’s gaze flips to hi
