Emma's POV

　　My voice trembled as I asked, "What's your name?"

　　The woman's eyes, filled with a deep longing, locked onto mine. "My name is Eliana," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

　　The name hit me like a tidal wave, crashing into me with a force that left me breathless. Eliana. My mother's name. The name was never expected to be hers. It felt like I was learning something unreal and new.

　　My eyes welled up with tears as I ...