Celeste Grant gently touched her own face.
Looking at the man and woman before her, her gaze settled on their features. The moment she first saw them, she felt they looked familiar. Why did they look familiar? Now she knew! It was because her own face resembled theirs so closely.
Seeing them cry made her heart ache. The more she looked at them, the more familiar and deeply comforting they felt—just like family. At this moment, she already knew the answer in her heart, but she didn't dare to believe it.
Celeste took a step back.
Her hands clutched the fabric at her sides, her eyes reflecting the figures of the man and woman.
"W-who... who are you?"
As soon as she spoke, her voice trembled slightly, her tone laced with anxiety. It felt as though she were trapped in a dream, unable to wake up, overwhelmed by an intense sense of unreality.
Seeing her retreat, Noah Grant and his wife stiffened. Their hands trembled, and their faces turned pale.
