Elena couldn't believe her eyes. But as Elena came face to face to this stranger, she knew with absolute certainty that this was indeed her biological mother.
The familiar curve of her nose, the thin eyebrows, the dirty blonde short hair that resembled the waist length style she once sported—all of it matched up with what little scraps of information Elena could remember from childish moments and pictures that were discarded too soon. This really was her mother, Sloane Vitale, though she was older now and had been changed by the passing years. The wrinkles and gray hairs were new, but so was the genuine smile that reached the woman's soft blue eyes.
"Elena?" Sloane asked, her voice echoing Elena's own awed hesitance. "Oh my god, it really is you!"
And then the distance between them was
