CHAPTER 2 — THE MAN WHO SHOULD NOT EXIST
CHAPTER 2 — THE MAN WHO SHOULD NOT EXIST
The man walked out slowly, each step controlled, deliberate.
His eyes moved from the mother… to the starving boy… and then to the silver chain.
His face turned pale.
“No…” he whispered.
The mother turned sharply.
“You know him?” she asked, voice breaking.
The man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at the ground like it was suddenly unstable.
Then he said:
“That child was never supposed to survive.”
Silence dropped like a stone.
The starving boy stepped back instinctively.
The rich boy tightened his grip on his mother’s sleeve.
“Mommy… what is he talking about?”
The mother shook her head violently.
“No. No, this is impossible.”
But the man continued, voice lower now:
“There was an accident… eight years ago. One child was declared dead. The records were sealed.”
He looked directly at the starving boy.
“And the other… was taken home.”
The wind stopped.
For a moment, even the traffic felt like it paused.
The starving boy whispered:
“I remember… crying… two voices…”
The mother covered her mouth again, shaking harder now.
The rich boy suddenly stepped forward between them.
“I don’t understand,” he said. “Why do I feel like I know him?”
That sentence made everything worse.
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Because the man in the suit finally spoke the truth no one wanted:
“Because you were both born from the same mother.”
