The Orphanage
The next day, I went to the orphanage alone.
The building looked warm. Welcoming.
But I felt anything but calm.
When I showed the director, Miss Jameson, the photo—
her face changed.
She went pale.
“You know something,” I said.
She hesitated.
Then sighed.
“Yes… and I think it’s time you heard the truth.”
The Truth That Made No Sense
She told me about a sperm bank.
About a scandal.
About a donor.
Red hair.
Freckles.
Blue eyes.
My chest tightened.
A young man named Charles explained more.
“There’s been a pattern,” he said. “One donor. Too many children. Even when families requested something different… they still ended up with kids who looked like him.”
“Why?” I asked.
“The owner,” he said quietly. “She’s involved with him. She pushed his samples. Ignored the rules.”
My hands started trembling.
“And the girl?” I asked.
He nodded.
“She came from that donor.”
The room felt like it was closing in.
A man.
Dozens of children.
All with the same face.
The same features.
The same… look.
As Emma.
The Moment Everything Clicked
I don’t remember driving.
But somehow, I ended up outside Mark’s office.
I sat there, staring at the building.
And then it hit me.
Not all at once.
But enough.
Red hair.
Freckles.
Blue eyes.
My hands started shaking.
“No…” I whispered.
But deep down…
I already knew.
