The chapel lights flickered.
The guests were gone.
Only Grace and Charlotte remained standing in the empty, echoing hall.
Charlotte clutched the blanket fragment like it was the only proof she had left of reality.
Her voice broke.
Charlotte:
“Years ago… I lost my daughter in a hospital fire.”
Grace froze.
The air turned heavy.
Charlotte stepped closer, tears forming.
Charlotte:
“She had a flower-shaped birthmark… just like your scar…”
Grace’s breath shook.
Grace (whispering):
“I was found in a hospital after a fire… they told me I had no family…”
Silence.
Then realization hit like a storm.
Charlotte dropped to her knees.
Charlotte (crying):
“No… no… I searched for you for years…”
Grace stepped back, overwhelmed.
Grace:
“If that’s true… then you’re saying…”
Charlotte looked up.
Charlotte:
“I’m your mother.”
A long silence.
Then Grace slowly reached for her shoulder scar… trembling.
Suddenly—
The chapel doors burst open.
A man’s voice echoed from outside:
UNKNOWN VOICE:
“She’s lying. That scar was made in the orphanage.”
Both of them turned in shock.
Charlotte whispered:
Charlotte:
“…What did they do to you?”
Grace stared into the darkness beyond the doors—
And the truth was clearly still unfinished.
CUT TO BLACK.
