Adela’s face was flushed with urgency and emotion as she rushed forward, tears streaming down her cheeks, and threw her arms around Catherine in a tight, desperate hug.
They were standing in this same room, and the memory flashed in Catherine’s mind. Not long ago, Latonia had been here, saying similar words, but to Lorinda. The sense of déjà vu made it all feel surreal.
“I’ve spent so many years looking for you... It’s been so hard.” Adela’s voice trembled as her tears soaked through Catherine’s shirt, the warmth spreading against her shoulder.
Catherine stood completely still, not returning the embrace. In the elevator’s mirrored wall, she could see her own face—no makeup, pale, lost, and a little numb. Everything showed in her eyes, a swirl of confusion she just couldn’t shake.
“Catherine?” Adela finally pulled back a little, her arms still around her, waiting for some kind of reaction. Catherine just let her gaze wander, eyes lingering on Adela for a moment.
“You’re mistaken, Adela. I’ve never heard of the Lee family having a daughter. You must be confusing me with someone else,” she replied, her voice light but cool.
Adela’s eyes softened, full of ache and motherly love. “How could I not know if I had a daughter? You are my daughter. If you don’t believe me, we can do a DNA test.”
Without a word, Catherine reached up and pulled two strands of her dark hair, placing them neatly in her palm. She motioned for Adela to do the same.
“Alright. Here.” Adela plucked out her own hair and handed it over, tucking both sets together. Then her tone shifted, urgent and pleading. “Please, just take the baby, come home with me to the Lee family now. The DNA test could take days, but I can’t wait another minute.”
Catherine’s fingers curled tightly around the strands of hair.
“I’m sorry, Adela. I can’t go anywhere until the test results come back.” She hesitated, then added quietly, “And even after that, I think I’d rather stay here. My baby’s too little to be dragged around. He needs some peace.”
Her words sounded distant and cold, too calm for the situation. It made Adela’s face fall, her eyebrows pinching as worry crept in.

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