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going to your dad’s condo.”
    With a puzzled look, Keri said, “I don’t understand what you are talking about. What gave you the idea we went to my dad’s condo? Is that something you dreamed?”
    “Keri, are you messing with me? You know what we did.”
    Keri said, “I remember we bumped into each other in front of the hotel where you were staying. You were getting a bagel. We walked to Central Park and you told me about your mom. Remember? Then we walked to Delmonico’s Food Market, picked up lunch, and took a cab back to the park where we had a picnic. How could you forget?”
    “Why are you saying this? You know we went to your dad’s condo, right?”
    “Ryan, we never went to my dad’s condo that day! I think I would remember that. However, I do remember mentioning to you that I normally went there on layovers, but when I brought it up, you said it wouldn’t be a good idea to go there alone. I agreed. So instead, we went to the park and had a wonderful picnic.”
    “Keri! Why are you messing with me?”
    Keri turned her head toward the bedroom door at the sound of Martha’s voice. “Mom, I’m hungry.”
    “I’m coming,” Keri said.
    “Keri, you can’t go! Either I’m losing my mind or you are really testing my patience with your little game.”
    “How much longer,” Martha said.
    “Just a minute, darling.”
    “Martha,” Ryan said, “let David help you with your breakfast. Mom and I need to talk.”
    “Dad you are silly,” Martha said, as she headed for the kitchen.
    “My wife thinks I’m crazy and now my daughter calls me silly.”
    Keri turned to Ryan. In a stern voice she said, “Your five-year-old daughter thinks you are silly because you suggested her little brother should fix her breakfast…and I don’t think you are crazy…just forgetful.”
    “Wait! What did you say?”
    “I said you are not crazy...”
    “No. What do you mean her ‘little’ brother? David is fifteen.”
    “Ryan? Are you okay?” Keri paused. “Oh, I get it. So now you want to mess with me ?”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Ryan, what is wrong with you? You know we just celebrated David’s second birthday last week.”
    “Keri, you’re taking this too far.” Ryan got out of bed. The room spun like a slow moving carousel.
    I must have stood up too fast . I need to find David .
    “Where are you going?” she asked, following close behind.
    “To find David and stop this ridiculous game.” Ryan hurried down the hallway to David’s bedroom. On the floor in the middle of the room sat a two-year-old boy playing with a model airplane. Ryan turned to Keri and asked, “Who is that boy?”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Keri, please don’t joke with me. Where is David?”
    “Ryan, he’s right in front of you! That little boy is your son.”

CHAPTER 5
    Buckhead , Georgia
    Saturday morning — August 2004
    Standing in the doorway, staring at the two-year-old boy, Ryan said, “That’s impossible!” He laughed out loud. “Somebody pleeease tell me what’s going on?”
    Keri put her arm around him and led him back into the bedroom. “Honey, why don’t you lie down.”
    Slightly dizzy and spatially disoriented, Ryan followed Keri willfully to the bedroom and did as she requested. “How can this be happening?”
    “Ryan, I don’t know why you’re so confused.”
    “I’m not confused!” He rose up on the bed.
    “Calm down…everything is going to be alright.” She eased him back down. “We just need to talk this out.” Keri sat quietly for a few seconds rubbing his hand. “That must have been one doozy of a dream.”
    “I feel like I’m living parallel lives. Part of me knows that little boy is my son, but another part of me believes just as strongly our son, David, should be fifteen years old.” He sat up quickly. “I didn’t notice! Is our son deaf?”
    “No! What makes you think that?”
    “I don’t know. I just remember—or dreamed…I’m not sure which—that our son