My son is home

Later, they sat together at Linh’s kitchen table. Old photographs passed between them, memories once locked away finally spoken aloud. Will held his mother’s hand tightly, tears glistening in both their eyes.
Linh turned to Luke, voice soft but trembling. “You brought my son home,” she said with gratitude. Luke swallowed hard, realizing he had restored what history tried to erase.
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