CHAPTER 2 — THE PHOTOGRAPH
The billionaire stared at the faded photograph in the boy's hand.
His face lost all color.
Twenty years earlier, he had taken that picture himself.
In it, a young woman smiled while holding a newborn baby in her arms. Standing beside her was a younger version of him.
The photograph had disappeared the same day she vanished.
"Where did you get this?" he whispered.
The boy swallowed nervously.
"My mom gave it to me."
The restaurant remained silent.
The billionaire's hands trembled.
"What is your mother's name?"
"Emily."
The name struck him like lightning.
Emily.
The woman he had loved more than anyone.
The woman he had spent twenty years searching for.
The woman everyone told him was dead.
The boy slowly unfolded another piece of paper.
It was a letter.
"My mom said I should only give this to you if your legs moved."
The billionaire opened the letter with shaking hands.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
It was Emily's.
If you're reading this, it means our son found you.
And it means the miracle happened.
The billionaire froze at one sentence.
Our son.
Tears filled his eyes.
The little boy standing before him was not a stranger.
He was family.
He was his son.
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And Emily was still alive.
Somewhere.
