Aoife stood in shock, her mouth hanging open as she found herself staring at the book in front of her with widened eyes.
'Which one? He's changed about five times…'
'In the least common cases, loss of taste. Sweet foods become too sweet and salty foods become too blan…'
Voices of the past whispered in her mind as she stood in silence, her face continuously shifting as she tried to make sense of all the information that she had.
"It can't be possible, right…?"
And yet…
Everything pointed out this fact.
From her past research on how Julien was different than he was now, to Evelyn's words, and the words that she read from the book. As if the pieces of the puzzle slowly started to set, Aoife came to a slow and chilling realization.
"Julien…"
She took a deep breath.
"…He might not be the real one."