“My mommy said you’d pretend not to remember.”

The elderly woman’s heart pounded.

“I don’t know you.”

The girl stepped closer.

“She said you’d say that.”

The man behind them frowned.

“What is she talking about?”

The girl’s eyes filled with tears.

“She said you took me from her when I was born.”

The elderly woman gasped.

“That’s insane.”

The girl lifted her sleeve.

Revealing a birthmark.

A crescent shape.

The same birthmark the elderly woman’s son had.

The woman’s knees buckled.

Because there was only one child in the family born with that mark—