"How could it be..." Ariel Morris was shocked, incredulous, "How could I resemble Jorge Saxton's mother?"
Langdon Seal pressed his thin lips together, his voice somewhat hoarse, "You can't blame Jorge for mistaking you, because sometimes your smile really resembles hers. Just like Aunt Cherry's smile, warm and bright, with dimples blooming, youthful and radiant. Even after hearing Jorge say this, I also found you two quite alike."
Ariel Morris took a sip of orange juice, and after a moment of silence, looked at Langdon Seal and quietly spoke, "Brother Langdon, you said he has a sister, so where is his sister?"
After Ariel Morris's question, Langdon Seal's body stiffened slightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was heavy and somber, "Jorge's sister—died over twenty years ago, shortly after birth."
Ariel Morris's hand, stirring the orange juice, paused briefly, her heart skipped heavily, feeling a strange panic, "How did she die? A newborn baby, was it an accident?"
