Who was she?

Susan’s gaze locked with the stranger’s across the crowded restaurant, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful emotion.

The hazel eyes with a red iris, blonde hair, upturned nose and a mouth that appeared to mock were just too familiar.

She was glad her son was not here at this moment. The sperm bank authorities are committed to protecting the identity of the donor.

But here was her son’s father, in flesh and blood, within her visible range. The resemblance between him and her five-year-old was unmistakable.

And then, a woman stepped out of the powder room to join him.

“Hurry up. We’ll be late for our appointment at the IVF clinic.”

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Fandango’s Story Starter #211