Emily thought she might be hallucinating from longing. She couldn't help but say again, "Hold on, Mr. Dowdall. Are you saying that Jack is adopted?"
Roger nodded. "That's what the records show, so it's likely accurate. If you'd like more details, I'd suggest a more thorough investigation."
No, that wasn't necessary. Why would she need to investigate further? With all these pieces fitting together, wasn't the answer obvious?
In an instant, Emily's tears welled up and streamed down her face once more. But these weren't tears of sorrow. They were tears of overwhelming joy.
After over a decade of relentless searching, she had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel.
In the past few days, she had lost count of how many tears she had shed.
But now, a quiet voice whispered within her. "This time, it's real… It's real…"
It had shown that even in the darkest moments, hope had always been there—a quiet window in a forgotten place. She vowed to never fall into despair and to always hold on to hope.
Because hope lay ahead.
Yes. It was as if fate itself had finally taken pity on Emily and Quintis after years of struggle. Just when her search was on the brink of despair, a tiny ember of hope quietly remained.
And now, at last, that ember had burst into flames, igniting the fire of hope!
This young man's age matched that of Nicholas. His features bore a resemblance to Quintis in his youth. Moreover, he was adopted.
It all added up. The truth was finally within reach.
On the way home, Emily finally shared her discovery with Quintis.
His heart soared alongside hers.
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