After my divorce, I chose to become a single mother through a donor and welcomed my son, Alan. For eight happy years, it was just the two of us until we moved back to my hometown to care for my sick mother. There, neighbors kept staring at Alan, and during a summer festival, my childhood best friend Jude was shocked by how much my son looked like him. As long-buried questions surfaced, I discovered that family, fate, and the past can collide in the most unexpected ways.
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