Tears blurred Mara’s vision as she stared at the screen. After eighteen long years of silence, of questions left unanswered, here was the truth. Her son was alive, thriving, standing on a stage with the very necklace she had left for him. The world saw it as a priceless artifact, a jewel of mystery. To Mara, it was proof that her love had survived the years, carried unknowingly by the child she had lost.
The images scrolled past—him shaking hands with donors, smiling politely for cameras, standing tall with an awkward pride that was unmistakably youthful. Every frame pierced her with both joy and pain. She wanted to reach through the screen, to call his name, though he did not yet know she existed.
The necklace had done its job. It had been the silent bridge, the invisible thread binding them across decades. But now, new questions pressed down on her with suffocating weight. Would he want to meet her? Could she tell him the truth after all these years? Or had her absence already written a story in his mind where she could never belong?
Her heart swelled with hope and fear in equal measure. The past had returned, and it was no longer something she could ignore.
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