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Taylor's eyes.
That's the first thing Nina noticed in the photograph. Her Taylor's eyes. She didn't have many memories left of her dead husband, but there were a few things she would never forget. His eyes, the curve of his lips.
"Where did you get this?" she asked, to the girl in front of her. She was no more than eighteen, and had a head full of red hair.
"That's my fiance. Are you his birth mother? He's been looking for you."
"Birth mother?"
"His Mom gave him up for adoption when he was two... and he's been searching for her. You look just like this picture that he has." The girl held out a locket, containing two photographs.
Nina fought back tears when she saw a photograph of her and her dead husband.
"...Tariel."
"Yes." The woman nodded, and dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "The two of us are getting married. We can't afford rings, or... much of anything, but we're so happy. After the baby comes I'm going back to work."
"Baby?"
"Yes! You're going to be a Grandmother!"
Logic would tell Nina to demand tests- to demand to meet the young man. It would tell her to get some proof. Instead, Nina couldn't stop looking at the photograph of a young man that was a mix of her and Taylor. Her son that she thought was dead.
The girl kept talking, asking things of Nina. Something about a wedding and a baby. More about her son.
And then she was gone.
When Nina looked down at her hand, her wedding ring was gone.
That's the first thing Nina noticed in the photograph. Her Taylor's eyes. She didn't have many memories left of her dead husband, but there were a few things she would never forget. His eyes, the curve of his lips.
"Where did you get this?" she asked, to the girl in front of her. She was no more than eighteen, and had a head full of red hair.
"That's my fiance. Are you his birth mother? He's been looking for you."
"Birth mother?"
"His Mom gave him up for adoption when he was two... and he's been searching for her. You look just like this picture that he has." The girl held out a locket, containing two photographs.
Nina fought back tears when she saw a photograph of her and her dead husband.
"...Tariel."
"Yes." The woman nodded, and dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "The two of us are getting married. We can't afford rings, or... much of anything, but we're so happy. After the baby comes I'm going back to work."
"Baby?"
"Yes! You're going to be a Grandmother!"
Logic would tell Nina to demand tests- to demand to meet the young man. It would tell her to get some proof. Instead, Nina couldn't stop looking at the photograph of a young man that was a mix of her and Taylor. Her son that she thought was dead.
The girl kept talking, asking things of Nina. Something about a wedding and a baby. More about her son.
And then she was gone.
When Nina looked down at her hand, her wedding ring was gone.