At dosk, the setting son shone through the ck metal fence of the house in the southern suburbs, casting a warm light over the hedrangeas in the courtyard.

    btitace /bwas lying on a reclining chair, enjoying the evening breeze.

    Mautern was carefully peeling oranges right next to her.

    Suddenly, a gleaming ck car pulled outside the yard, Heather, supported by Timothy, stepped inside.

    trace nced up and smiled: “What brings you here? Are you looking for Willow!”

    Heather’s hair was disheveled. She stumbled forward, falling to her knees beside Grace’s chair.

    Holding back her emotions, her voice trembled as she asked, “Wistonia Lane Madam Harper, you once lived there, paying a rent of 100 dors ba /bmonth.

    “In winter, there was no hot water. If you wanted a waris bath, you had to walk miles to a public bathhouse.”

    titace’s expression clunged

    Asil realizing something, she nodded heavily.

    Heather’s nails dug into the chairas tears welled up in her eyes. “22 years

    her mother on the streets.”

    trace trembled as she stood up. “How do you bknow /bthis?”

    Lagob, /byou took in a five–year–old girl. That bday/b, she bwas /bholding a lollipop, searching for

    Tears streamed down Heather’s face. She helped Grace back into the chair before dropping to the ground.

    She held Grace’s hand and cried uncontrobly. “That’s because the little girl was my daughter. Willow She’s my daughter!

    **Madam Harper, you took in my daughter and raised her into the woman she is today. If not for your kindness, we wouldn’t have reunited”

    Heather dropped to the ground, ovee with emotion.

    All these years, she had spent so much time and effort waiting for this mon

    moment.

    Grace looked at Heather and wiped away bez own tears. “When I found her, she had already been wandering the streets for five days. She was so thin that I was afraid she wouldn’t survive

    Heather pped hensell across the face twice.