The lady stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Alan. She introduced herself as Annette. “My name is Alan’s mother.
Six years ago, I dropped him off at the shelter. I visit him almost daily to see him from afar. Today…I was unable to contain myself any longer. I’m here to bring him home.
Nancy glanced between Alan and the lady, seeming surprised. “Your son? You need evidence if you are his mother. Reaching into her handbag, Annette took out an old picture.
It showed a younger woman cradling a baby, covered in a blanket, and looking at him with sorrowful and loving eyes. With tears streaming down her face, Annette said, “I was sixteen when I gave birth to Alan.”
“I had no choice at the time, so my parents made me leave him.” Annette’s tale flowed freely. She was devastated when a guy she had fell in love with when.
She was young left her after finding out she was pregnant. Her parents offered her a warning: abandon the kid or lose everything, including her family and fortune,
