“You were a baby,” she said. “Left near a walking path. Wrapped carefully. And you had that necklace on you.”
I just stared at her.
“That’s not possible.”
“It is,” she said softly. “We tried to find where you came from. We checked everything. But there was nothing. No name. No report. Nothing that matched.”
“So she kept me?”
“She did everything legally,” Desiree said. “But she also made a choice. She didn’t want you to grow up feeling like you didn’t belong.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Everything felt… unstable.
“And the necklace?” I asked.
“That was the only clue,” she said. “It wasn’t ordinary. We knew that. So I kept looking. For years.”
“For me?”
“For where you came from.”
I swallowed hard.
“And now?”
She looked at me.
“I found them.”
My heart skipped.
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
“They’re your parents.”
Everything went quiet.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“That’s up to you,” she said. “But if you want… I can call them.”
I took a breath.
“Call them.”
The next day, I came back to the shop.
I didn’t sleep much.
I didn’t know what I was walking into.
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