Abigail's POV"Your mother... the one you thought was dead... she is alive."Time stopped.The words echoed in my head, bouncing around like they were trying to find a place to land. I blinked rapidly, unsure whether I had heard him right. My heart raced, my breath caught in my throat.Alive?I couldn't comprehend what was happening. My emotions tangled into a knot: anger for the years of silence, confusion from the truth, and a sudden, overwhelming joy... because the woman who gave birth to me, who I believed was long buried in memory, was out there somewhere. Breathing. Existing.He stretched out his hand, handing me the photographs he was holding. "He wanted you to have this," he said quietly. "This is your mother, Abigail."My hands trembled as I took the photo. I stared. The world blurred around me.The woman in the picture was stunning, radiant even in the stillness of a snapshot. She looked to be in her late twenties, with soft eyes that mirrored my own. It was like looking at
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