Fifteen years after losing my son, I had learned to live with the silence he left behind — or at least I thought I had. Life had become routine, centered around my small store and quiet evenings with my wife. But one afternoon, while reviewing job applications, I came across a name and a photo that made my hands stop cold. The young man in the picture didn’t just look familiar — he looked like the boy I had lost, as if time had simply carried him forward. I couldn’t explain it, but something inside me told me I needed...
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