Forever 19 — The Uncle's Grave

Owen, let go. Simon. I'm not Simon. What are you doing?

Look, I told you I'm not Simon. Simon was my uncle. We looked alike. That's why you mistook me for him. He died at 36. He was ill. If he left you seven years ago, maybe he knew how little time he had. I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Hartley.

That's a lousy lie. I understand that this is hard to hear. But I'm glad my uncle had someone who loved him enough to remember him all these years. My name's Noah Avery. I'm 27.

How many times do I have to tell you? Do you have a photo of the two of you? I don't have any. Where's his grave?

When did you put all this together? Yesterday? Today? Or the day you moved here, just in case I ever found you? Simon is dead.