Hunter took a deep breath. He was lying on the operating table under a white poly-cotton sterile cover, looking at his surroundings. The walls were sterile white, the lamps above him were huge and bright, and the small table beside his bed had all kinds of sharp scalpels and instruments on it. He closed his eyes. All right, this was it. He felt an undercurrent of excitement at the thought of getting his face back—though, to be honest, he was actually more excited at being able to see Evan again.
Hunter had been mulling over the feelings that he had for Evan. He still missed Kevin and not a day went by that he didn’t feel guilty about what had happened to Kevin. And now there was Evan to add to the guilt. It was true their physical similarities were what had drawn him to Evan in the first
