Nicole stared at the elderly woman, her confusion deepening with every passing second.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” she said cautiously. “Are you sure you have the right person? Have you… lost your daughter?”
But the woman wasn’t listening.
Her trembling hands wandered over Nicole’s face and shoulders, as if trying to confirm she was real.
Tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks, her voice shaky but filled with gratitude.
“Thank God,” she whispered, her hands clasping tightly around Nicole’s. “Thank God I’ve found you. My daughter. My precious daughter!”
Nicole's mouth opened, but no words came out. Too stunned, too baffled by what was happening.
"Ma'am…," she finally managed, her tone soft but urgent, "I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not—"
"Shhh!" The woman interrupted
