No Strings Attached

Brodie's heart clenched tight. "Did you remember something?"

"Not exactly," his mother replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "When the chandelier came crashing down, I had this fleeting vision of me and him together. It was gone in a blink, but I'm positive the man in it was Teo."

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Caught off guard by her son's forthright questioning, Katherine didn't know how to respond. After a pause of several seconds, she finally spoke softly, "I suppose I must have. Otherwise, why would I have saved him? Brodie, do you think I was... was a bad woman for getting involved with a married man? And what if... what if you were his child?"

Brodie had known that the question of his parentage would come up eventually. He was about to say something when a knock at the door interrupted them. He walked over and opened it to find Teo on the other side, his eyes meeting Brodie's gaze.

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of fruit and cradling a bouquet of flowers in his arm. A gentle

the shadows of his eyes. He stared at Teo for several seconds before saying, "She's awake. Come

mother, he said in a somber tone, "Mom, Teo's here to

son. She adjusted her hair and offered a stiff smile. "Let him

approached the bedside, placing the fruit basket on the nightstand and handing the flowers to Katherine with a sincere bow. "Katherine, I came here especially to thank you. If

curled up under the covers. With this renewed contact, she was more certain than ever that she and Teo had shared a past. Otherwise, her long-dormant

hide her emotions, barely curving her lips in response, "I just happened to see it. If I hadn't rushed over, both you and

he quickly masked it with a smile. "It seems I owe my life to you. No matter what, you saved me. If you ever need anything here in Northbridge, don't hesitate to ask. I'll do whatever

something I wanted to ask you, Mr. Hayes. About 25 years ago, on November 11th, there was a warehouse fire in the East End. I heard it