Her Quiet Hope
Despite the painful uncertainty, the wife tried to stay hopeful. She held their daughter close, studying every inch of her small face and fingers, searching for signs of connection. “I just want her to be ours,” she whispered to herself.
But doubt gnawed at her. “I can’t find the birthmark,” she told her husband tearfully. Still, she clung to the love she felt, hoping that whatever the DNA revealed wouldn’t change what was already in her heart.
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