Chapter 426 A Chance Encounter

• Sylvia Graham shuddered. She tried to act tough, but her eyes still misted over.
• “You’re the child I carried for ten months. Every little look, every smile—you think your mom can’t read that?” Clara Miller’s voice was warm. She gently brushed a few strands from Sylvia’s forehead and tucked them behind her ear. “I can see what’s weighing on you. If you don’t want to talk, I won’t push. But if you want to cry, I’ll hold you.”
• Her soft words cracked Sylvia’s last bit of control. She threw herself into Clara’s arms and burst into tears.