With love, your delivery man, Soren. Isolde trembled as she read, tears welling. She’d always longed to see her son before she died, never imagining he’d find her.
And that son was Soren! Guilt from her past flooded back. It was true: she and Torin faced bankruptcy when she was pregnant.
Unable to raise Soren, they placed him in an orphanage with an anonymous letter explaining why. Years later, Soren persuaded the orphanage to share his adoption papers, revealing Isolde’s name. Desperate to see him, Isolde prepared to leave, but a knock came.
Opening the door, she saw Soren. “Hi, Mom,” he said softly. Isolde sobbed.
“My son,” she cried, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry, dear. Please forgive me.”
“No apologies needed, Mom.
I’m here to spend time with you. It’s not too late to be a family,” Soren said, easing out of the embrace. That night, they packed her belongings.
A truck waited outside to move her things to Soren’s house. There, Isolde met Soren’s wife and children, who welcomed her warmly. From then on, she was never alone again.
