“At last, at last,” she murmured, holding Lin Su close. Then she withdrew a bit and said, “I found your mama.”

Lin Su gasped. “Where?”

“In San Diego. With the rest of your family.”

“Family?”

“See for yourself,” Leigh said, stepping away.

There stood a grinning Charlie between two women—one Vietnamese and one younger, Amerasian. Her mother; her grandmother.

“Mama?” Lin Su asked weakly, tears streaming.

The younger woman opened her arms. “Huang,” she whispered. “You have lived all these years in my heart. Now I have you again in my life.”