(Beckett)
I reached for the restaurant doors, glancing up at my reflection as I saw my cold blue eyes staring back at me. Those same eyes he gave me. That's all Travis Storm must've thought when he looked into them.
I hadn't seen many pictures of the man, just a few news articles. But the ones I have seen, I'm a spitting image of him. So I can't blame them. I too question the similarities we might share. I've tried to hide them for as long as I could.
I pushed those thoughts out of my mind, trying to plaster on that mask I've worn since I was seven years old, and walked into the restaurant.
The high-end modern interior was one I have grown accustomed to considering it was where my father and I met up every month.
"Mr. Storm, welcome in this evening. You're father has already been se
