Noah was in the hallway in his wheelchair, rubbing his eyes.
“Who is it?”
The man looked at him.
And suddenly his expression changed completely.
Shock.
Emotion.
Recognition.
“Noah?” the man whispered.
Noah stared at him carefully.
“I know your face,” he said slowly. “From somewhere… a long time ago.”
The man’s eyes filled with tears.
“Then I finally found you.”
The Truth
We invited the man inside.
He introduced himself as Daniel Mercer.
He sat at our kitchen table while Noah and I faced him.
Daniel took a deep breath.
“Your mother’s name was Claire.”
Noah stiffened.
“I remember that name,” he said quietly.
Daniel nodded.
“Claire worked for my family when you were very young. She cared for my daughter, who was seriously ill. She raised you alone and worked incredibly hard.”
He paused.
