said she died.”
“That’s what they told us. Years later, inconsistencies were discovered in old hospital records, and an investigation began. It turned out that your sister had been transferred to another hospital, but we had been given incorrect information. She was eventually adopted by another family.”
“Does Mom know?”
“No.”
“Why haven’t you told her?”
My father covered his face with his hands.
“Your mother blamed herself for years. After losing your sister, she struggled for a long time to recover. I was afraid to give her hope again until everything was confirmed.”
Then he took his phone out of his pocket.
On the screen was a photograph of a young woman.
She looked so much like me that I instinctively stepped closer.
The same eyes.
The same nose.
The same smile.
Only her hair was darker.
“This is Sophia,” my father whispered.
I was already
