The moment the door opened wide enough for Kenneth to see the woman's face, he almost instantly felt as though his heart dropped to his stomach. His eyes widened in shock, his heart rate accelerated at an unprecedented rate, and he even forgot to breathe.
Damien almost dropped the suitcase that he was carrying to the ground.
"What in the pandemonium!" Damien exclaimed in his head because the resemblance between Kenneth and that woman was uncanny.
She had bright big eyes like that of Kenneth. Just like his, her nose was also thin and long, and her cheeks were slightly thinner. And what more? Her lips looked exactly the same as that of Kenneth's.
Without asking a single question, and without exchanging a single word with the woman, Kenneth understood that he was indeed in the presence of his birth mother.
"It's her!" a soft and weak whisper escaped from Kenneth's lips.
