By then, most neighbors had stopped mocking us. They still whispered sometimes — habits die hard — but they couldn’t deny that happiness had taken root on our little plot of land.
Then one crisp spring morning, I was mending the fence when the sound of engines rumbled down the road.
Men in tailored suits stepped out, scanning the yard. My heart thudded as one of them walked up the path and stopped before Hannah.
He bowed slightly and said, “Miss… we’ve finally found you.”
The world seemed to stop.
Hannah’s hand trembled in mine. Then, from the largest SUV, a silver-haired man stepped out — his face pale, eyes shining with disbelief.
“My daughter,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve been searching for you for ten years.”
The Secret She Never Meant to Keep
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