Emma's POV
My voice trembled as I asked, "What's your name?"
The woman's eyes, filled with a deep longing, locked onto mine. "My name is Eliana," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
The name hit me like a tidal wave, crashing into me with a force that left me breathless. Eliana. My mother's name. The name was never expected to be hers. It felt like I was learning something unreal and new.
My eyes welled up with tears as I struggled to process this revelation. Eliana. The woman standing before me, with eyes that mirrored me, was my mother. The mother I had thought was dead.
A mix of emotions swirled inside me - shock, confusion, joy, and sadness. I couldn't imagine that my mother would suddenly show up, alive and standing in front of me. It was too much to take in.
"Eliana," I whispered, the name feeling foreign yet familiar on my lips.