Chapter One
Sometimes he whispered his real name in the dark, in the middle of the night.
"Luke. My name is Luke."
He was sure no one could hear. His roommates were all asleep, and even if they
weren't, there was no way the sound of his name could travel even the short
distance to the bed above or beside him. He was fairly certain there were no
bugs on him or in his room. He'd looked. But even if he'd missed seeing a
microphone hidden in a mattress button or carved into the headboard, how could a
microphone pick up a whisper he could barely hear himself?
He was safe now. Lying in bed, wide awake while everyone else slept, he
reassured himself of that fact constantly. But his heart pounded and his face
went clammy with fear every time he rounded his lips for that "u" sound —
instead of the fake smile of the double "e" in Lee, the name he had to force
himself to answer to now.
It was better to forget, to never speak his real name again.
But he'd lost everything else. Even just mouthing his name was a comfort. It
seemed like his only link now to his past, to his parents, his brothers.
To Jen.
By day, he kept ... read full excerpt from: Among the Impostors ebook
