My son is home

Later, they gathered at Linh’s small kitchen table. Faded photos passed between their hands, memories once locked away spoken aloud for the first time. Will sat beside his mother, holding her hand tightly. Linh looked warmly at Luke, tears glistening. “You brought my son home,” she said softly, voice shaking with gratitude. Luke swallowed, emotions raw. He hadn’t just uncovered a secret. He had reconnected a family torn apart for decades.
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