"Blake."

At the sound of this long-missed voice, a torrent of tears broke from Blake. She rushed forward, her arms enveloping the woman before her in a desperate embrace. "Mom!" she cried.

Hannah Sutton, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, held her daughter close. Years had passed since they last saw each other. "Why the tears, Blake? I'm here now, aren't I? Let me look at you," she whispered, a tremble in her voice.

Blake, her face a canvas of distress, looked up.

"You've grown even