Lauren leaned closer.
Mother: Carol.
The air left her lungs.
“That’s my mom,” Lauren whispered.
Emily nodded. “I know.”
She explained how she’d found the bracelet years ago. How her own mother refused to talk about it. How she’d done a DNA test and waited.
Waited.
Lauren stood abruptly.
“I need to talk to my mom.”
She didn’t wait for a response.
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