Addison Montgomery stood nervously in the corner of the small hospital, her fingers wrapped around a warm mug of tea. Her heart raced as she waited for the moment she had long imagined but never thought would come. Today, she would meet her daughter, Meg, the little girl she had given up for adoption many years ago.

The door chimed as it opened, and Addison turned her gaze towards the entrance. A young girl, no older than 18 walked in, her features echoing Addison's own, with striking red hair and sharp, observant eyes. Meg scanned the room and their eyes locked, a connection that felt immediate and undeniable.

Addison's breath caught in her throat. She took a step forward, her heart pounding. "Meg?" she asked, her voice soft, filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

Meg nodded, a nervous smile spreading across her face. "Addison?" she replied, her tone mirroring Addison's.

The two stood facing each other, a moment of silent recognition passing between them. Addison felt a rush of emotions—joy, relief, and the weight of all the years they had been apart.