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Chris ran a hand through his hair, still trying to process everything.
“This is… unbelievable,” he said. “Out of all the people in the world…”
“It’s not random,” Susan said, her voice shaking but firm. “It can’t be.”
She turned to me again.
“Why didn’t you ever try to find me?”
That question hit harder than anything else.
“I wanted to,” I said immediately. “For years, I thought about it every single day. But I didn’t have any information. My parents handled everything. They made it clear I wasn’t supposed to go looking.”
I swallowed hard.
“And then… life kept moving. I told myself you were better off. That you had a family who could give you everything I couldn’t back then.”
Susan wiped her tears.
“I did have a good life,” she said softly, glancing at Chris. “But… there was always something missing. Like a question that never got answered.”
I nodded, tears still falling.
“I felt that too,” I said.
Chris looked between us, his expression softening.
“So… what happens now?” he asked gently.
Neither of us answered right away.
Because how do you even begin to define something like this?
Susan let out a shaky breath.
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I don’t want to lose this. Not now.”
I stood up slowly, my legs still unsteady, and took a step toward her.
“I don’t either,” I said.
There was hesitation for just a second—years of distance, confusion, and emotion all hanging in the air.
Then she closed the gap and hugged me.
Really hugged me.
And something inside me—something that had been broken for so long—finally started to heal.
Chris smiled softly, watching us.