The phone fell to the ground, bouncing a few times before coming to a stop, lying quietly on the floor. The screen was facing up, and the nine-grid photo was still clearly visible.
Benjamin stared at the middle-aged woman standing next to Amanda, smiling brightly with affection and elegance. The face seemed to overlap perfectly with the image of his mother in his memories.
Except for a few more wrinkles on the face, it was his mother's face—exactly the same, unchanged.
The old man’s friend had not been mistaken—it was his mother! But why had his mother become Amanda's mother?
What had happened that year on the ocean?
His mother was alive, so why hadn't she come to find him?
Countless questions surged in Benjamin’s mind.
He sat there like a stone statue for a long time, staring blank
