SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW I stood frozen as I looked at the face that mirrored my own—my mother, the woman who was supposed to be dead at the hands of the man who raised me, the man I called father. She stood frozen as well, her eyes filled with nothing less than shock and wonder. Dressed in all black, everything she wore was a deep shade of mourning, from her worn jeans to her top and scarf. The man by her side stood like a soldier, ready to fight, his defensive posture beside her unwavering and strong. She walked forward, approaching me with a smile. Her bony hand reached up, causing me to flinch. She paused abruptly, looking at me with a mix of hurt and understanding. "My baby, I thought you were dead," she whispered. "I was told you were killed off that night too, and I accepted it—I really did—until I heard Vitiello had taken a new wife. At first, I didn’t think much of it until I learned from a close confidant that you looked exactly like me. It felt like a dream come true,
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