Coincidence?
John furrowed his brow, he didn't believe in coincidences.
Brian didn't believe in them either.
And McCaul?
He didn't believe in them as well.
After their gazes crossed, the three men looked towards Jason once again.
Jason stood up and walked to the study which also served as a bedroom, took out the letters the three men had written to him, and placed them on the small round coffee table, pushing each one towards the position closest to each man.
"Can you confirm that these are written by you?"
Jason asked.
John, Brian, and McCaul picked up the letters, inspecting and leafing through them.
Their actions, different due to habit, all carried the requisite caution and care.
"Hmm."
"No problem."
"It's my writing."
Eventually, the three men nodded in unison, almost speaking in chorus.
Then, all three were taken aback.
This time, without Jason saying anything, the men noticed the anomaly.
They had all simultaneously written letters to Jason?
