#Chapter 559: Second Chances

Olivia It had been two days since I had learned the truth about Clarissa, also known as Giselle—my mother. For those two days, I had felt as if it were all nothing but a dream. But it wasn’t. It was real. It was a sunny afternoon, and she was visiting again, just as she had done every day since the news had been broken. I had tried telling her stories from our shared past, but it just wasn’t enough. Nothing jogged her memory, although she enjoyed the stories. As I watched her now, playing with the twins in their playpen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness wash over me. There was such a tender, loving look in her eyes—one that I recognized from my own childhood memories of her. And yet, at the same time, her gaze held a kind of wistful longing, as though she could sense the missed moments and memories that her amnesia had robbed her of. Moments that she might never get back, all thanks to the actions of a few sick men. As if reading my mind, she spoke up softl