The house was small, tucked at the end of a quiet street two states away. Sophie stood on the porch, her hand raised to knock, unable to move for almost a full minute. Adrian stood beside her, steady, silent, letting her take the time she needed. "You can do this," he said softly. Sophie knocked. The door opened slowly. A woman stood there — older, thinner than Sophie remembered, gray threaded heavily through hair that had once been dark brown. But the eyes were exactly the same. "Sophie," the woman whispered, her hand flying to her mouth. "Mom," Sophie breathed, the word feeling foreign and impossible on her tongue after thirteen years of silence. They stood frozen for a moment, both of them, before Sophie finally closed the distance and pulled her mother into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder. Inside, over tea neither of them touched, Grace Whitfield-Sanders told her sto
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