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Richard froze. Grace Bennett had been his sister — gone for fifteen years after a tragic car accident. She had been pregnant at the time, and the baby had never been found.
His pulse quickened.
She froze. The color drained from her face.
“Because…” Her voice cracked. “She was my mother.”
Richard stared at her, unable to process what he’d heard.
“That’s not possible,” he said finally.
Tears welled in Maria’s eyes. “It is. I was adopted after the accident. My birth records were sealed, but I found out last year. I didn’t come here for money or pity — I just wanted to know where I came from.”
He gripped the edge of his desk. “They told us the baby didn’t survive.”
“They were wrong,” she whispered. “I did.”
