The Reunion
The first time she held him again, Isabella broke.
Years of grief, anger, and guilt poured out in one wordless cry.
The boy didn’t fully understand, but when she pressed him against her heart, something in him stirred — a faint memory, a feeling of home.
“Are you… my mom?” he asked softly.
She smiled through tears. “Yes, love. It’s me. And I’ll never let you go again.”
The woman who had raised him stood nearby, crying quietly. She had loved him once too — in her own way.
Isabella walked over and embraced her.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “You saved him when the world lost him.”
The woman nodded. “He saved me, too.”
