Chapter 145.

“That’s my mom” I scream, walking towards the picture frame, placing it in my hands and tracing around the outline of my mother.

My eyes fixate on the photograph, a captured moment of Mrs. Dan and her mother. The frame holds a history that begs to be unraveled, and curiosity compels me to seek for answers.

Taking a breath, I turn toward Mrs. Dan, my voice is steady but filled with intrigue and laced with pain "Mrs. Dan, I noticed the picture of you and my mother. How did you two know each other?"

A nostalgic smile graces Mrs. Dan's face as she gazes at the photograph.

“Oh your mother, no wonder you mistook me for your mother, oh how I miss this beautiful soul” Mrs Dan cries

“Please I want to know more about my mother” I say, there’s a sharp pain in my chest that is accompanied with a hint of happiness, that comes with Jim’s mom knowing about my mom

"Your mother, she was an extraordinary woman. We met so many years ago, at a charity event. There was an instant connection. She had this