Mani listened, eyes half closed, as Freya explained about the two teenage boys finding Jacob alone in a crib supported by a lifebelt and washed up on the shore at Eyemouth just south of Edinburgh. Then the emotional timbre of her voice changed. He observed more closely when she told how Jacob grew up believing the boys were brothers, but only learned about his adoption when he was eighteen.
“That’s an amazing survival story. Like Moses in the bulrushes, except he had two carers who turned up a bit later to sway his fate.” Mani withdrew, apparently in deep thought for a few minutes until he said, “That must have been a heavy responsibility for his adoptive parents. . . . And hard on your father when he found out. . . . At least I knew who my parents were and I met them even though memories are so hazy. . . . I imagine your father was burdened by questions about identity. And I suppose you and your siblings carry some of that as well.”
Freya felt a prickle of surprise that Mani had grasped the core of their conundrums straight away.
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