Paying for my car. Always protecting me. Remembering every tiny detail about me.
And just as I was about to tell him that all of this was starting to cross a line, he continued. The continuation read in the
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“Because once before, I failed to protect someone with those same eyes.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
Robert turned and walked toward his office.
A few minutes later, he came back holding an old, worn envelope.
He pulled out a photograph.
Two young men were standing beside a car with their arms around each other’s shoulders.
One of them was Robert, probably around twenty-five years old.
I didn’t recognize the other man.
But when I looked closely at his face, a chill ran through my entire body.
He had my eyes.
My nose.
Even the same smile.
The photograph nearly slipped from my hands.
“Who is this?”
Robert sat down.
