called the number on the page.
There was a seven-year gap in his work history.
Barry arrived for the interview the following afternoon. When he stepped into the office and sat across from me, he looked nervous but determined. The resemblance hit me even harder.
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.
He gave a small, awkward smile.
“I appreciate the chance to interview, sir.”
His voice pulled me back to reality.
The resemblance hit me even harder.
I glanced down at the resume again. “You’ve got a gap here.”
“Yes, sir. I made mistakes in my youth. I paid for them. I just want a chance to prove I’m not that person anymore.”
His honesty surprised me. Most people would have danced around the subject.
I studied him carefully. The more I looked, the more the strange feeling.
He looked so much like my Barry that it felt as if
