"Mom?"

A frail voice whispers behind us, and just as Hailey releases me, I feel the aching absence of our closeness. My eyes dart to the door, which had been closed mere moments ago, as the woman who spoke steps forward. Dressed in a blue sleeveless dress with a daring slit, her hair and eyes mirror my own. And in that moment, I realize with a crushing weight that I’m looking at my daughter. It’s nothing like one had imagined the revelation of a lost child.

"Who is this man?" ...