My heart pounded as I rushed after the woman, my feet moving faster than my thoughts. The resemblance was uncanny. The way she carried herself, the soft floral scent that lingered in the air—it had to be who I thought it was!Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her sleeve. “Mom?”She stopped abruptly, turning with a startled expression, and the moment our eyes met, the breath in my lungs vanished. It wasn’t my mother.The features were all wrong. Her eyes were too sharp, and brown instead of gray. Her mouth was too narrow, and her hair, though neatly pinned back, was too thick and full. This woman was younger than my mother, maybe in her late forties, and the diamond earrings she wore hinted she was accustomed to a life of affluence. She had none of the warm, familiar presence I had been expecting.I stared at her, my fingers still curled into the fabric of her sleeve as my mind struggled to catch up with reality. It wasn&rsq
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