It was her.
She looked older, dressed elegantly, and held a beautifully wrapped gift box with a large silver ribbon. She waited until the ceremony ended before walking toward us.
“I’m your mother,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I know I don’t deserve forgiveness… but I wanted to give you both something special.”
The girls exchanged a glance before accepting the box.
Inside were expensive jewelry sets, handwritten letters, and documents showing she had created trust funds for each of them.
The crowd grew silent.
Everyone expected tears. Maybe even a heartfelt reunion.