It Was Christmas When My Wife Died Giving Birth – Ten Years Later, a Stranger Came to My Door with a Devastating Demand

Later that afternoon, I pulled into the driveway and saw a man on my porch. He seemed like he belonged there, like something had finally come home.

And I had no idea why my heart was pounding.

When I looked at him properly, I realized that he looked like my son.

Not vaguely.

Not in a you-remind-me-of way, but in a way that was unnerving. He had the same slant to his eyes, the same way his shoulders curved inward like he was bracing against a wind no one else could feel.

For half a second, I thought I was seeing a version of my son from the future.

A ghost, a warning… something unusual.

“Can I help you?” I asked, stepping out of the car, keeping one hand on the open door.

He turned to fully face me and gave a short nod.

“Do I know you?” I asked, already dreading the answer.

“No,” he said quietly. “But I think you know my son.”

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