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They thought they were simply meeting to reconnect after six decades apart. But what started as a quiet reunion turned into something no one in their families ever saw coming.
Robert had lived in six different states, served 20 years in the military, and raised two sons who rarely called unless it was Father’s Day or they needed something fixed.
Quiet moments, loud memories.
Michael was the same age and lived on the other side of the country in a house he’d bought with his late wife back in the ’70s. A retired mechanic, he still tinkered with old engines in the garage when his knees allowed it.
His hands were rough, knuckles thick with arthritis, but he could still twist a wrench better than most 20-year-olds. He had three kids, five grandkids, and an old class photo tucked in a drawer in the kitchen — a photo he hadn’t looked at in years.
But neither man had ever forgotten.
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