Laura added gently, “But as the boys grew older… they began to look more and more alike.”
Michael gave a tired smile.
“I guess sharing the same beginning in life creates strange connections.”
Suddenly everything made sense.
Why Michael had always supported me.
Why he defended me at work.
There had been something deeper than professional respect.
An invisible bond.
I slowly stood.
“So my son is alive today…”
“…because of mine,” Michael finished.
Tears ran down my face.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.
In that moment I realized something I never could have imagined.
For seven years I had been working for the man whose son saved my child’s life.
And without either of us saying a word…
that bond had been there all along.
