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ย ย ย ย Arya was startled by how quickly the subject seemed to change, and even more startled by what the other woman was holding. She had seen the picture before, sure. Her father had, had the very same one in their family photo album. But what was she doing with it? And how could she possibly know that Arya was the baby in the photo? As the pads of her fingers swept across the image, Arya stole a glance in the blondeโs direction before carefully unfolding the sheet of paper.ย
ย ย ย ย โW.. What.. Why? Why do you have this?โ Stumbling over her words, Arya could feel her body begin to tremble with anxiety. There was no possible explanation for why the stranger had access to all of these relics from her past. Unless. Unless her mom had hired someone to find her.ย โPlease tell me you donโt know my mother. Please tell me she isnโt looking for me.โ
The reaction was worse than she expected. But who wouldnโt be upset over their life changing completely in the blink of an eye? She didnโt know how to explain why she had those things, there was no right way to do it. โI just...โ Valentina frowned, looking away from the stare of the woman in front of her. She shook her head at the question. She doesnโt want to see her mother, why would she want to know anything about me? Her thought running wild, coming up with the worst scenarios as to how this would end.
โNo, sheโs not looking for you but I am. You see...โ A sigh escaped, followed by a nervous laugh. โThe reason why I have that is because... thatโs my mother too.โ Her blue eyes staring right into hers, a big weight lifted off her shoulders the moment those words slipped from her lips.















