A while later, Clyde met me outside.
"Care for a stroll?"
"Okay." I couldn't meet his eyes without thinking about the sight earlier.
Clyde led me through a garden which was at the back of his place. It had all kinds of beautiful and colorful flowers I couldn't help but touch.
I took a deep breath and looked at him. "You think you can prove what you said?"
"That I am Damon?"
"I know that you're not. I'm just here to catch you in your lie."
"Then you shouldn't have come." He looked away. "I told you to look for me once you're ready. You don't look ready."
"How so?"
Clyde stopped walking and I did too. He took a step closer to me and I swallowed hard as I met his sad eyes.
Why did he look like that?
"You're afraid." He told me. "Afraid that it might be true and yes, I know that it'
