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Eight Years After Her Daughter Vanished, a Mother Recognized a Familiar Face in the Most Unexpected Place

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Elena felt the blood drain from her face.

She knew that face. She had memorized it in dreams and photographs and prayers. Her hands began to shake so badly she had to steady herself against the doorframe.

Gathering every ounce of courage she had left, she spoke.

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“My son,” she said softly, “that tattoo… who is it?”

The bakery fell quiet.

The young man lowered his arm slowly, as if the image suddenly carried weight. He looked at Elena, truly looked at her, and something shifted in his expression.

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