87. Waking up

Faith stood anxiously in the living room, her heart racing with a mix of hope and an unknown anxiety. She looked at the little boy with the same eyes as her daughter Echo. The little boy looked so much like Echo that it almost gave her a chill..

The man with Steven dropped the boy on his feet as the boy fearfully and curiously looked around with a scowl on his small facem. As she waited, the small figure emerged from the distance, cautiously approaching her as her eyes locked with her.

The boy's eyes were filled with fear and confusion as he glanced at Faith. His steps faltered, and he seemed torn between curiosity and the urge to flee.

With tears streaming down her face, Faith took a step closer, her voice quivering as she whispered, "My sweet boy, it's me… it's your mother."

The boy's brow furrowed, skepticism and anxiety etched on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, as if the emotions were strangling his voice.

Faith couldn't contain herself any longer.