ADVERTISEMENT
Daniel froze mid-bite. Gasps rippled through the hall. Linda looked up, tears gathering, overwhelmed with shame.
“Linda Brown?”
Everyone turned. In the doorway stood Robert Miller, Amelia’s father — his face drained of color, eyes wide with recognition.
He stepped forward slowly. “My God… It’s you.”
Conversation died instantly. Amelia stared at him, confused, but Robert’s gaze stayed locked on the woman kneeling on the floor.
He crossed the room, ignoring the murmurs, and gently lifted Linda to her feet. “Linda Brown… twenty-five years ago, you saved my life.”
Continue reading…
ADVERTISEMENT