Chapter 8: Bergman’s Story—Taylor
In life there are very few occasions which leave an indelible mark on your soul. When the attendant called out the name Taylor, Hastings and I wondered which of the three boys remaining would step forward. I felt a tightness in my chest. Although the boy stepped forward almost immediately, he still wasn’t quick enough for me. The minute I saw the timid blonde-haired boy gingerly walking towards us, I just wanted to hug him tight and tell him everything was going to be okay.
“Taylor?” asked Andersson, the attendant, and good friend of both Spencer and Harris.
“Yes, sir,” the boy replied.
So polite. I remember thinking he was so polite.
Andersson turned to us. “Sign here, please. And here.”
We both signed and returned our attention to Taylor.
“Can we
