Chapter 102 The Woman Who Vanished

Chapter One Hundred and Two: The Woman Who Vanished 

I didn’t remember my mother’s face.

Not clearly.

That realization hit me somewhere over the Atlantic.

Harder than it should have.

Harder than I was prepared for.

I remembered fragments.

Her perfume.

Lavender.

Her laugh.

Soft.

The way sh...

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