Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 31

Marina blinked, confusion overtaking her fury. "What are you trying to say? Get to the point, Derek

He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully "I'm saying maybe there's more to this story than we realized, Maybe your aunt wasn't just playing favorites. Maybe there's something we missed."

Marina took a step back, her thoughts spiraling. She wanted to deny it

She wanted to reject the ridiculous notion Derek was hinting at, but something stopped her. She stared at him, dread creeping over her face as the words sank in. "Are you saying..?" Her voice trailed off as she shook her head, biting down on her finger as doubt clouded her mind. "No, that's impossible. I would have known. Someone would have told me... right?"

But her voice was unsteady, filled with a fear she couldn't shake. Her hands trembled as she fumbled for her phone. She dialed a number, her mind racing with questions and a terror that clawed at her insides. She couldn't let this go, not without knowing every last detail "Get me everything you can find about Emma Black she ordered, her voice steel. "I want every piece of information there is. Now!

Marina watched from across the street, her gaze filled with a hatred that simmered and burned as she observed Emma gently helping her two young children into their car seats. They had just come out of the preschool and Emma's face glowed with a warmth that made Marina's stomach turn. The file in her hand felt heavy, her fingers clenching it so tightly that the edges dug painfully into her palm. Last night she had finally received the information she had been waiting for, along with the results of the DNA test she had conducted illegally. The report was irrefutable, Emma was, in fact, Mrs. Walker's daughter.

usurper who had come to steal what was rightfully hers. She was a thief, a blight on Marina's carefully

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Marina could claim her place as Mrs. Walker's sole heir,

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her in return, reveling in the warmth of a

hospital, her hands shaking as she watched the doctors fight to stabilize her mother. Each episode filled her

her weak and struggling for breath, her hand gripping Emma's as if afraid to let go. They'd stayed at the hospital overnight, Emina never leaving her side, her children curled up asleep on the hospital couch. When the doctor came to check on Mrs. Walker in the

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clutched Mrs. Walker's hand tighter silently promising to make the most of whatever time they had left. The pain in her mother's eyes was