Years later
I was seated in my study when Abel suddenly walked in, our son toddling closely behind him on his short legs. He had grown very attached to his father, and ever since he started walking, he refused to let anyone carry him.
“Well, look at my babies,” I called out fondly.
Our son immediately ran into my arms, while Abel stood there with a wide smile spread across his face.
“I have a surprise for you, Clara,” Abel said. “Someone reached out to me. I think they might know who your real parents are.”
The moment those words left his mouth, my breathing turned uneven with excitement. After all these years of searching, it finally felt like something was happening. I was overwhelmed with happiness.
“H–how?” I tried to ask, barely able to form the word.
Abel only smiled. “Someone
