Everything changed when I found a box of old photos, including one of a young Mr. Sloan standing beside a woman who looked exactly like me. Rose finally confessed the truth: she was my biological mother, and Mr. Sloan had moved next door just to watch over me. His final wish wasn’t punishment—it was a path back to the family I never knew.
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