Chapter 3 - MOMMY, YOU ARE HEREAdrian could not move.
Five years earlier, police had placed Sophie’s wedding ring, necklace and burned handbag on a metal table.
Investigators told him no one could have survived the fire.
A medical examiner confirmed remains found in the building belonged to his wife.
Adrian signed the death certificate with a hand that would not stop shaking.
Now Sophie stood beneath the chandeliers.
Alive.
Scarred.
Holding their daughter.
“This is impossible,” he said.
Sophie’s expression broke.
“I know.”
Vivian seized the words.
“Exactly. It is impossible.”
She turned toward the guests.
“This woman is an impostor.”
Marc Delon raised one hand toward the people filming.
“No recordings, please.”
Few guests lowered their phones.
Vivian pointed at Sophie.
“She entered this gallery under a false employee identity. She concealed her face. She approached a five-year-old child.”
“I didn’t approach Chloe,” Sophie said. “She came to me.”
“You encouraged her.”
“I protected her from broken glass.”
“You used a private nickname.”
Sophie looked directly at Vivian.
“A nickname you heard me use.”
Vivian’s eyes narrowed.
Adrian noticed.
“How do you know what Sophie called Chloe?”
Vivian answered too quickly.
“You must have told me.”
“No.”
“We have discussed Sophie many times.”
“Not that.”
Chloe began crying.
“Stop fighting.”
Sophie immediately rocked her gently.
Without thinking, she hummed three notes.
Chloe became still.
Adrian’s face changed.
The melody belonged to an unfinished lullaby Sophie composed during pregnancy.
She never recorded it.
She sang it only at home.
Sophie continued softly:
“Little bird beneath the moon,
morning always finds you soon…”
Adrian completed the final line in a broken voice.
“And if the dark forgets your name,
my love will still remind you.”
Sophie looked at him.
Neither had heard the other sing it in five years.
Chloe touched Sophie’s scar.
“Did the dark hurt you?”
“Yes,” Sophie whispered.
“I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Vivian crossed her arms.
“A song proves nothing. Adrian could have shared it with someone.”
“I didn’t,” he said.
She turned toward him.
“You don’t remember every conversation from five years.”
“I remember that song.”
Vivian lowered her voice.
“Grief makes people vulnerable. That is what she wants.”
Sophie carefully set Chloe on the floor.
Then she reached beneath the collar of her cleaning uniform.
She removed a thin chain.
A small silver charm hung from it.
The charm was shaped like a bird with one damaged wing.
Adrian recognized it.
He bought a pair before Chloe’s birth.
Sophie wore one.
The other had been placed in Chloe’s nursery.
After the fire, Sophie’s charm was supposedly recovered among the remains.
“How do you have that?” Adrian asked.
Sophie opened the charm.
Inside was a tiny photograph.
Adrian holding newborn Chloe.
The image had never been published.
Vivian stared.
“That can be copied.”
Sophie looked at her.
“You took the other necklace from me.”
The gallery fell silent again.
Vivian laughed, but the sound lacked confidence.
“I did no such thing.”
“I remember your hand.”
“Sophie,” Adrian said carefully, “what happened that night?”
She closed her eyes.
Smoke moved through her memory.
Vivian beside a steel door.
A red emergency light.
A voice saying, You should have left the documents alone.
Then a flash of heat.
“I don’t remember everything.”
Vivian smiled faintly.
“Convenient.”
Sophie continued.
“But I remember waking in a clinic. They called me Élise Martin. They told me no one knew who I was.”
“Which clinic?” Adrian asked.
“Maison Sainte-Cécile.”
Marc Delon took out his phone.
The name produced no current medical registration.
Sophie spoke before anyone could question her.
“It closed two years ago.”
Vivian stepped toward the entrance.
Adrian noticed.
“Where are you going?”
“To protect Chloe from this spectacle.”
Chloe grabbed Sophie’s uniform.
“I’m staying with Mommy.”
Vivian’s face hardened.
“She is not your mother.”
Chloe looked at her with a certainty no adult in the room possessed.
“Yes, she is.”
Then Chloe revealed something that made Sophie’s knees weaken.
“I saw her before.”
Adrian stared at his daughter.
“When?”
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Chloe pointed at Vivian.
“When she told me Mommy was only a dream.”
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