Months passed, and Anna, with Elena’s help, began to piece her life back together. She took on work at a local café, balancing coffee cups and customer orders with her baby strapped to her chest. Her dreams of returning to her studies flickered like a distant star, but she knew she had to be patient.
One evening, as she flipped through an old photo album, a plan began to form in her mind. She had held onto a letter from her late grandmother, a genealogist who had meticulously traced their family lineage. The letter contained detailed records that unequivocally linked Anna’s family to Sergey’s. The connection was distant but undeniable, and it was something Sergey had been unaware of.
