Seeking Familiar Names
I stammered, “I’m Jenna… I’m looking for Liam, Noah, or Eli.” His expression stayed puzzled, his eyes searching mine, as if trying to piece together a riddle. His confusion reflected the turmoil churning within me. I couldn’t help but wonder if this young man carried even a fragment of the answers I so desperately needed. Anxiety tightened its grip, stretching each second into an eternity as I waited for him to speak. My heart thundered in my chest, each beat echoing with fragile hope. The connection to my boys felt so close, yet painfully out of reach.
Seeking Familiar Names
A Jolt Of Shock
His jaw dropped, surprise flickering across his face. “Wait,” he said slowly, “my father’s name was Hermando.” The name hit me like a thunderclap, sending a surge of shock and disbelief coursing through me. Hermando. The word tangled itself into the intricate web of intrigue and possibility unraveling before me. Could this man truly be connected? My mind raced, replaying Kelsey’s confession, trying to stitch these fragments together with equal parts hope and hesitation. Was he the key to unlocking a story buried beneath years of pain?
A Jolt Of Shock
