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The storm had just passed when Maya
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Lewis saw him. A small figure standing
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alone on the drenched road, barefoot,
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soaked, trembling. Her headlights caught
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the boy's eyes, wide, lost, and
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terrified. She pulled over, heart
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pounding. "Hey there," she said softly.
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"Are you okay?" He didn't answer. He
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just clutched a small toy car in his
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hand. "What's your name?" He hesitated.
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Jamie. Maya's chest tightened. She'd
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just finished a 12-hour shift in the
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pediatric ward where a six-year-old boy
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had died that night while she held his
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mother's shaking hand. Maybe that's why
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she couldn't drive away. She wrapped her
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jacket around the boy. "Come on," she
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whispered. "You're safe now." As she
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drove, rain pounded against the
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windshield. Jaime whispered, "Car went
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boom." Her heart stopped. On the radio,
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a reporter's voice broke through static.
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A crash on Highway 9. One woman missing,
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child unaccounted for. Maya turned off
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the radio. "Don't worry," she said
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gently. "I'll help you find your mom."
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Her apartment smelled faintly of
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chamomile and books. She made hot
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chocolate, wrapped Jaime in a blanket,
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and watched his small hands cradle the
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toy car. He didn't talk much, but every
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now and then he hummed a tune that
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sounded familiar. When she tucked him
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in, he whispered, "Do you think my mom's
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mad at me?" Maya's throat tightened.
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She's just trying to find her way back."
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The next morning, she called the police.
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They said they'd send someone soon. No
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one came, so Jaime stayed. He followed
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her around the apartment, drawing
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pictures, asking small questions. "Why
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Because I got used to it. He showed her
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the toy car again. "My daddy gave me
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this," he said proudly. "He said we'd
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build real ones together." Maya smiled.
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"That sounds like a good dream." "Days
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passed. Her quiet apartment filled with
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laughter again, and slowly the walls
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she'd built around her heart began to
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soften. One rainy afternoon, Maya found
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something in Jaime's backpack, a
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photograph. It was him, a little
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younger, standing between a tall man and
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a red-haired woman. Behind them was a
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logo, Langford Biotech. Maya froze. She
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had worked there years ago at their
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fertility research clinic. Her mind
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started spinning. She flipped the photo
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over on the back in faded handwriting,
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"Jamie, miracle baby." Her heart began
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to race. Langford Biotech. She
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remembered that case, an embryo transfer
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trial. And the donor, her breath caught.
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It couldn't be. She grabbed her old
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laptop, logged into an archived
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database. The record flashed on screen.
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Case number 42. Embryo successful
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recipient Rebecca Langford. The donor
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was her. Her hands trembled as she
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called her old mentor. Dr. Warren, this
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is Maya Lewis. Please tell me the truth.
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Was a child born from case number 42.
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Silence, then softly. Yes, Maya. But
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that file was sealed. You were never
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meant to know. Her voice cracked. His
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name was Jamie, wasn't it? a pause. Yes.
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Her knees gave way. The little boy
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asleep on her couch, the one who clung
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to her like he'd always known her, was
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her biological son. She sat beside him
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all night, watching his small chest rise
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and fall. Fate had brought him back to
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her. But what about his mother? Was she
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The next morning, there was a knock on
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the door. When Maya opened it, she saw
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her, a woman, pale, trembling, red hair
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tied back loosely. Rebecca Langford.
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"You have my son," she said quietly.
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"Maya froze." "Rebecca stepped inside
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holding a piece of paper, a DNA report."
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"My husband kept this from me," she
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whispered. "He told me before he died.
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The donor wasn't anonymous. It was you.
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Maya couldn't breathe. They stood in
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silence. Two women linked by science and
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by a child they both loved. Jaime woke
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up and ran to Rebecca. Mommy. Rebecca
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dropped to her knees, holding him,
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sobbing. Maya turned away, tears
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streaming silently. Rebecca looked up.
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"You saved him," she whispered.
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Rebecca's voice quivered. I'm not well,
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Maya. The accident. They say I won't
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recover. I can't let him end up alone.
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She looked straight into Maya's eyes.
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Would you take him? Months later, the
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adoption papers were signed. Jaime was
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officially Maya's son.
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That morning, they went to the park. The
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sky glowed orange and pink, the same
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color as Rebecca's hair. Jaime looked up
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at the clouds. "Do you think mommy can
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see us?" Maya smiled softly. "I think
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she's watching both of us, sweetheart."
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He grinned. "Then she knows you make the
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She laughed, a sound she hadn't made in
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years. They sat beneath the fading sun,
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watching fireflies dance in the grass.
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And as the first star appeared, Maya
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whispered, "Sometimes the family you
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lose finds its way back to you.
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Because love, no matter how lost,
