Daniel hesitated, emotions swirling within him. “I think you might,” he replied, his voice cracking.

In that moment, fragments of his early childhood began to resurface. Memories he had long buried—of a woman who sang him lullabies, who held him close during stormy nights—flashed before him. He knelt before her, and as the realization dawned, tears filled his eyes.

“I’ve been searching for my mother,” he whispered, the words catching in his throat. “And I think I’ve just found her.”

Maggie’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she reached out a trembling hand to touch his face. “Daniel…” she breathed, her voice filled with both disbelief and joy.