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I bu:ried my 11-year-old son 15 years ago\u2014then I hired a 26-year-old ex-convict who looked eerily like the man my boy might have grown up to become.<\/p>\n
My son, Luke, di:ed when he was only 11.<\/p>\n
Some losses fade around the edges with time.<\/p>\n
Losing a child doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
After Luke was gone, my wife, Helen, and I never had another child. Maybe we were both too afraid of loving someone that much again.<\/p>\n
We poured ourselves into our small hardware store instead. Work gave us somewhere to put the hours that used to belong to our son.<\/p>\n
Then, one afternoon, I was reviewing applications for a position at the store when one r\u00e9sum\u00e9 made me stop.<\/p>\n
The applicant was 26\u2014the exact age Luke would have been.<\/p>\n
His name was Aaron Cole.<\/p>\n
There was also a large gap in his employment history.<\/p>\n
Aaron had spent the previous 6 years in prison for burglary.<\/p>\n
Normally, that might have been enough for me to move on to the next application.<\/p>\n
But then I saw his photograph.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Aaron didn’t truly look identical to Luke. But there was something about his dark hair, narrow face, and quiet expression that reminded me so strongly of my son that I couldn’t look away.<\/p>\n
For a moment, I found myself imagining Luke at 26.<\/p>\n
So I called Aaron in for an interview.<\/p>\n
He didn’t try to hide his past.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made serious mistakes,\u201d he told me. \u201cI served my sentence and went through treatment. I just need someone to give me a chance to prove I’m not that person anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was something painfully sincere about the way he said it.<\/p>\n
Against my better judgment, I hired him.<\/p>\n
Helen was furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hired a convicted burglar?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe’ll be cleaning, unloading deliveries, and helping in the stockroom,\u201d I said. \u201cHe won’t be handling money.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then she asked quietly, \u201cThis isn’t really about the job, is it? It’s because he reminds you of Luke.\u201d<\/p>\n
I denied it.<\/p>\n
But she was right.<\/p>\n
Still, Aaron gave me no reason to regret hiring him.<\/p>\n
He arrived early every morning, worked harder than anyone I had employed in years, and treated every customer with respect.<\/p>\n
Once, I accidentally left an envelope containing $200 in the break room.<\/p>\n
Aaron brought it straight to me.<\/p>\n
As the months passed, I trusted him with more responsibility.<\/p>\n
Then, without really noticing when it happened, I started letting him into my life outside the store.<\/p>\n
I drove him home occasionally.<\/p>\n
We repaired my backyard fence together.<\/p>\n
We went fishing once.<\/p>\n
Eventually, I began inviting him to dinner.<\/p>\n
For the first time in 15 years, my house sometimes sounded alive again.<\/p>\n
I knew Aaron wasn’t Luke.<\/p>\n
But being around him filled a space inside me that had been empty for far too long.<\/p>\n
Helen never seemed as comfortable with him as I was.<\/p>\n
At first, I assumed she simply couldn’t forget his criminal record.<\/p>\n
Then something changed.<\/p>\n
She became quieter whenever Aaron’s name came up.<\/p>\n
She started watching him differently.<\/p>\n
And one week, after reviewing some employee paperwork for our insurance company, Helen barely spoke to me for several days.<\/p>\n
I asked what was wrong.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
But I knew my wife well enough to know she was lying.<\/p>\n
4 nights later, Aaron came to our house for dinner.<\/p>\n
From the moment he arrived, something felt off.<\/p>\n
He barely touched his food.<\/p>\n
Helen kept staring at him across the table.<\/p>\n
Aaron wouldn’t meet her eyes.<\/p>\n
Finally, his fork slipped from his hand and struck the plate.<\/p>\n
Helen suddenly pushed back her chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much longer are you going to keep lying to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron went completely pale.<\/p>\n
I looked from my wife to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen, what are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe promised me he would tell you tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Helen’s eyes never left Aaron.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell him who you really are.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
Aaron lowered his head.<\/p>\n
My hands began to shake.<\/p>\n
\u201cAaron,\u201d I said. \u201cWhat is she talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, he didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
Then he slowly looked up at me.<\/p>\n
And the expression on his face made me realize that whatever he was about to say had something to do with Luke. \u2b07<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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