"My poor child, she was so young when her father and mother lost her..."
As if caught in the frenzy of memory, Janae Smith's eyes were bloodshot, and she sobbed without sound: "To cover up his own affair, his losing our child, Kaelin Anderson just randomly picked up a child and claimed she was my Cecelia. How could I not recognize my own daughter? How could I? My Cecelia is gone, long gone..."
Janae Smith kept repeating the same words, her expression desolate.
Bella Scott stood there, dumbfounded. She looked at Cecelia Anderson, who also stood there, not looking very surprised.
"Auntie is just confused because of her fever; don't take it seriously..." Bella started to speak, but even she didn't believe her own words had much convincing power.