Henry keeps his gaze on Thomas for another few seconds. “I keep seeing this image.” He closes his eyes and brings his hand to his head, tapping the center of his forehead. “It’s an old memory playing out before me. It’s fuzzy and I can’t quite make it out. But the feelings are strong, and there’s someone there with you.” He opens his eyes and leans forward. “Are you a twin?”
Holy shit.
“I am,” Thomas says slowly. “But my brother is alive and well. He’s not a ghost.”
“I don’t just see ghosts,” Henry replies, looking almost confused at what he’s seeing. “You’re identical?”
“Yes.” Thomas swallows hard and doesn’t make a joke about being slightly better looking or that he got all the smarts.
“What does that have to do with past lives?” I ask.
Henry chuckles and rubs his forehead. “I know this will sound crazy, but when I look at him, I see someone in old-fashioned clothing holding a lantern. Though it’s more than seeing it. I’m well aware you could frequent Renaissance fairs and be wearing costumes. It’s the feeling of dread, of being forced to do something.” Henry closes his eyes again and opens his right hand. “And the sword. It’s heavy. The metal is cold and the blade is dull.”
Thomas stiffens and I forget to breathe.
Henry’s eyes fly open. Blinking rapidly, he puts his hand on the arm of his chair to steady himself. He takes in a slow breath before finally speaking again.
“In your past life, you were a knight.”
