After Jeanette’s tragic car accident, Victor was walking through Eshowe town one morning when he saw somebody he was sure was Michael. He had grown into a man and he looked like he was dressed for work. Although he’d grown a beard, Mike was unmistakable.
He cautiously approached the man and said: “Is that you, Mike?”
The man looked at him, offered his hand and said: “I’m Stuart Thomson, and who may you be?”
“I’m sorry. You look like someone I know.” Victor was still convinced that it was Mike. He was confused.
He let Stuart go on his way and watched him from a distance. Maybe Mike had lost his memory.
He followed Mike to an office. Through the window, he saw him settling in and preparing for the day. The sign said: “Thomson”, and just below that, in a slightly smaller script: “Lawyers and Litigators”.
Now, this was a difficult situation. He was sure that this man was Mike.
Victor entered the office of Thomson Attorneys.
“May I see Mr Thomson, please?”
Victor could hear a discussion taking place between Mr Thomson and his receptionist, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Just then, Mr Thomson came out of his office, followed by his receptionist.
“Good day, Mr Thomson, I’m Victor Stainton.” He offered his hand again and Thomson accepted it.
“I can help you find out your parentage,” Victor said. “I know.”
Stuart looked shocked.
“This will come as a surprise to you,” Victor hesitated, “You’d better sit down. Can we go through to the boardroom here?”
Stuart gestured that this was acceptable.
When they were seated behind closed doors, Victor continued: “As I said, I know who your parents are. I realise this will come as a blow to you.”
Suddenly Victor felt a stabbing pain in his chest. “Please… help… me,” he stuttered. Stuart called the receptionist in quickly, and she didn’t know what to do. She fetched him a glass of water.
“Are you all right?” the receptionist asked.
The pain was recurring. “Yes, I’ll be okay,” he lied.
“I’m getting an ambulance to take you to hospital,” she said.
Victor was still complaining. “I’m feeling quite ill... ”
Stuart still doesn’t know who this person was, although something stirred within him.
Before Victor passed out, he said: “My... son, my boy... ” And with that he lapsed into unconsciousness.
“Dad?” Stuart asked, but the old man was unconscious.
“I don’t know, but I think he was asking me for help. Shame, he thought I was his son. Maybe he was right.”