Clint stands first as we approach, his movements fluid and careful. The others follow suit, and suddenly I'm facing a wall of people who all claim to have some biological or mystical connection to me. "Mom, Dad," I say, my voice surprisingly steady, "these are... the people I mentioned." An elegant woman with greying auburn hair steps forward, her eyes, my eyes, I realise with a shock, bright with unshed tears. "Tiffany," she whispers, and her voice breaks on my name. "My baby girl." The raw emotion in her voice hits me like a physical blow. This woman, Sarah Heart, according to Eric, is looking at me like I'm some miracle she never dared hope for. Behind her, a distinguished man with Eric's amber eyes watches me with an intensity that makes me want to step backward. 
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