He was browsing the aisles, checking prices and sticking to his budget. He noticed a man in a tailored suit struggling with a paper bag that had just given way. Apples, a bottle of wine, and expensive cheeses were rolling across the floor. Without thinking, Alex stepped in to help.
“Here, let me give you a hand,” he said, quickly gathering the items. The man looked up. His sharp features, the set of his jaw, and his light-colored eyes were a mirror image of Alex’s own. “Thanks, I appreciate it. This bag wasn’t up to the task,” Max replied with a polite, slightly distracted smile. He looked at Alex, and for a split second, he felt a jolt of recognition, as if he were looking at a version of himself from a different life.
They locked eyes, and a strange, heavy silence fell between them. They had the same eyes, the same build, the same way of standing. But in the moment, they both brushed it off as a weird coincidence. “No problem. Glad I could help,” Alex said, handing over the last of the groceries. Max nodded, thanking him again, but he felt a lingering sense of unease.
“Funny how much we look alike, isn’t it?” Alex joked, but Max felt a sudden tension. “Yeah, small world,” Max replied, trying to shake off the feeling of déjà vu. After the encounter, Alex couldn’t stop thinking about the man in the suit. Images of the foster home and the old files he’d seen flashed through his mind.
“Why did he look so familiar?” he wondered that evening in his modest apartment. He tried to tell himself it was just a fluke, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Max, back at his office, couldn’t focus either. The comment about their resemblance echoed in his head. He realized how little he actually knew about where he came from, having always focused on the future.
Something had been triggered inside him, a door to the past that had been shut for decades. The city hummed outside his window, but the gears of fate were already turning. They didn’t know it yet, but that brief meeting was the first thread of a much larger story. Soon, they would uncover a truth that would change everything they thought they knew about their lives.
Max couldn’t let go of the encounter at the store. He felt an urgent need to talk to his parents. That evening, over dinner, he brought it up. “I saw someone today. A guy who looked exactly like me,” he said, his voice careful. A sudden, heavy silence fell over the table. The sound of a fork hitting a plate seemed incredibly loud in the quiet room.
His father, Charles, set his glass down and cleared his throat. Eleanor looked away, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for her napkin. Finally, Charles spoke. “Max, there’s something we should have told you a long time ago.” His voice was low but steady. “We wanted to wait for the right time, but I think that time is now,” he added, finally meeting his son’s eyes.
“You were adopted.” The words hit Max like a physical weight. He sat frozen, his mind racing. He tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Eleanor reached out, her voice soft. “We only wanted to protect you, Max. We wanted you to have a life without the shadow of where you started.” She had tears in her eyes, but she didn’t look away this time.
“You were found as an infant,” Charles continued. “And you weren’t alone. You had a twin brother.” Max looked at his father, trying to process the information. “But we weren’t able to take both of you. At the time, the legal hurdles and our own circumstances made it impossible to adopt two infants at once. We did what we could to give you the best life possible.”
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