CHAPTER 2: THE SON SHE LOST
The word echoed inside her mind.
Mother.
For years, Olivia had prayed she would never hear it spoken by that child.
The child she had been told was dead.
The child she had mourned.
The child she had buried in her heart.
Her knees nearly gave way.
The wealthy twin looked from his mother to the homeless boy.
"What is he talking about?"
Olivia couldn't answer.
Because the truth was finally catching up to her.
Ten years earlier, she had given birth to twin boys.
The delivery had been complicated.
She remembered pain.
Screaming.
Doctors rushing around her hospital bed.
Then darkness.
When she woke up, her husband Daniel sat beside her.
Crying.
Broken.
"The second baby didn't make it," he had whispered.
She had begged to see him.
Begged to hold him.
But everyone told her it would only make the grief worse.
She believed them.
Because she trusted her husband.
Now she stared at the boy standing before her.
The proof was impossible to deny.
The same eyes.
The same face.
The same birthmark beneath his left ear.
The birthmark only her missing son should have had.
The homeless boy slowly handed her the locket.
"I've been looking for you."
Tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I didn't know your name. I only knew this was mine."
Olivia opened the locket again.
Hidden behind one of the photographs was a folded piece of paper.
A hospital bracelet.
The bracelet carried a name.
Baby Bennett B.
Her world shattered.
Because her living son was named Noah Bennett.
Twin B.
Twin B had survived.
Someone had lied.
And only one person could have done it.
Her husband.
Daniel.
The man who had died three years earlier.
The man who had taken the truth to his grave.
Or so she thought.
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Because somewhere, someone still knew what happened.
And Olivia was determined to find them.
