“Chloe,” I whisper, leaning in. “Look at that couple over there.”
She glances over, then back at me with a puzzled expression. “What about them?”
“I don’t know, they just… look familiar,” I say, my heart pounding.
As I keep watching, the realization strikes me like a freight train. It’s them. My parents! The people who abandoned me. I can’t breathe. Anger, curiosity, and a desperate need for closure surge through me, battling for dominance.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “Chloe, that’s my parents.”
Chloe’s eyes widen. “Are you sure?”
I nod, my hands shaking. “Positive. I have to talk to them.”
I stand up and make my way to their table, my legs feeling like jelly. They look up as I approach, confusion etched on their faces.
“Excuse me,” I say, my voice trembling. “Do you know who I am?”
The man, my father, furrows his brow.
