Nothing is more painful than that.”
She lowered her gaze. Her voice trembled. “How can I face her?
She’ll hate me.”
I let her words hang in the air. “Maybe,” I admitted. “But even so, she wanted to find you.
That means something.”
Meredith wiped at her eyes. “What if she doesn’t want me?”
“She wants answers. She wants to know where she came from.
You owe her that.”
She looked away. I knew she resented me. But I reminded myself—this wasn’t about us.
It was about Emily.
“I have her address,” I said. “Do you want to see her?”
Meredith hesitated. Then, slowly, she nodded.
We drove in silence.
The streetlights flickered as we passed. When we reached the house, Meredith didn’t move. Her fingers dug into her lap.
“Aren’t you coming?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“This is between you two.”
She looked down. Her voice broke. “Mom… I regret cutting you out.
I was ashamed.”
I turned to her. “You are my daughter. No matter what, I will always love you.”
Her face crumpled, and she reached for me.
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her the way I had when she was little.
“What you’re doing is important,” she whispered. “People like Emily need you.”
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Then she stepped out, walked to the door, and knocked.
A moment later, Emily appeared. They stared at each other.
Then Meredith took a breath. Emily took a step forward.
They talked. They cried.
And then Emily wrapped her arms around her mother.
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