On a hectic Monday morning, Caleb was reviewing reports in his office when a janitor entered to clean. She apologized for the interruption, and as Caleb looked up, he froze. The woman standing before him looked exactly like his mother—who had passed away nearly three decades earlier.
Her name was Michelle, she said, new to the job and the city. She smiled politely, unaware that her presence had stirred something deep in Caleb. The resemblance was more than passing—it was haunting.
As she worked, Caleb watched closely, memories rushing back. Then, a small detail changed everything. When she rolled up her sleeve to wipe down his desk, he saw it—an oval-shaped scar on her arm. The same scar his mother had.
When he asked about it, Michelle explained she had amnesia. She’d woken up in a hospital many years ago with no memory of her past. She’d chosen the name Michelle from a nearby billboard. No family, no history—just questions.
Caleb’s heart raced. Could it really be her?
He told her about his mother, the scar, and a photograph he once found hidden in the attic—of a woman holding a baby, labeled “Caleb with Mommy.” The woman in the photo wasn’t the mother who raised him. She had the same scar as Michelle.
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