The Changeling looks just like my husband.
His voice sounds just like my husband’s voice.
His hands, arms, legs, look very much like my husband’s once did.
The cutest guy in high school, or so I’ve been told by high school girlfriends who come to visit. I can see the pictures. He was popular.
He still is loved. Charming. Funny. Cute.
I know all this is true.
The man I married was handsome.
The Changeling is handsome, too.
But this replica, this less than perfect copy, is not my husband. A switch has been made.