Chapter 9 - The Elderly Woman Whispers A Name From The Past
Clara lowered her spoon, looking up into Hannah’s wide, terrified eyes with a gaze that felt piercingly familiar.
She studied the sharp curve of Hannah’s jawline and the familiar way she brushed stray hair from her son's forehead.
“What is your name, dear?” Clara asked softly, her voice trembling with an unexpected surge of emotion.
“Hannah... Hannah Sterling,” the young mother replied warily, holding Milo tighter against her chest.
Clara’s breath caught in her lungs as a ghost from her distant past seemed to step out of the shadows.
“Sterling... your father was Arthur Sterling, wasn't he?” Clara whispered, tears spilling over her wrinkled eyelids.
Hannah stepped back in sheer disbelief, her hands trembling as she stared down at the elderly stranger.
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“How... how could you possibly know my father? He passed away years ago,” Hannah stammered.
Clara reached into the deep, hidden pocket of her faded brown coat with shaking, arthritic fingers.
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