Charlotte’s lips trembled. Her vision blurred with tears, yet she didn’t dare blink.She stared at Sophia with a feverish intensity, as if trying to carve every detail of her into memory.Those brows, those eyes, that nose — they overlapped perfectly with the infant she lost twenty-three years ago.Iris… my Iris… Mommy is here…Her choked voice broke apart, tears spilling down her face.Her hand lifted toward Sophia, but hovered midair, trembling, waiting desperately for a response.Sophia stood there motionless, staring straight at the elegant woman in front of her, unable to react at all.Last night she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times.She had planned her expressions, her tone, when to sound sad, when to choke up just enough.She thought she would perform flawlessly like she always did.But now her face was frozen, blank, her throat stuffed with cotton.The polite M
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