Chapter 25 THE WOMAN BEHIND THE DOOR

(Zuri POV)

“Mom?”

The word barely left my mouth.

But the woman behind the door answered.

“Zuri…”

My knees weakened.

That voice.

I had spent years trying to remember it.

Years staring at photographs.

Years hearing fragments in dreams.

Years believing I had lost the right to hear it again.

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