The world seemed to stop.
Grace’s eyes filled with tears as memories she had spent years trying to forget came crashing back.
Six years earlier, during a devastating flood, she had lost her little son in the chaos. Rescue teams searched for weeks before declaring him dead.
She had believed them.
With trembling hands, Grace touched the birthmark on the boy’s shoulder.
Only her son had that mark.
“What’s your name?” she whispered.
“Ethan.”
Her heart shattered.
It was the name she had chosen before he was born.
Before Grace could speak again, a black SUV suddenly screeched to a stop beside the bus station.
Two well-dressed men jumped out.
“There he is!”
The boy’s face turned white.
“They found me…”
Without thinking, Grace pulled Ethan behind her.
“Stay behind me,” she said firmly.
One of the men stepped closer with a cold smile.
“Ma’am… that child belongs to us.”
Grace looked directly into his eyes.
“No.”
She wrapped her arms around Ethan.
“He’s my son.”
The man slowly reached inside his jacket…
THE END… OR IS IT?
