Unable to bear the torment, Daniel reached for his phone and dialed the number of his trusted private investigator, a resource he hadn’t used in years. Within the hour, he had dispatched the investigator with a simple, yet urgent task: “Find the woman from the market.”

Meanwhile, Margaret lay on the cold pavement, the hard ground unyielding beneath her. Her body ached, but the pain in her heart was greater still. She hadn’t meant to reach out to him—to her son. The years had been unkind, and time had etched its hardships into her skin, so much so that she didn’t expect him to recognize her. But the moment she saw his eyes, mirrors of her own, she couldn’t help but whisper his name.