Eliana curled up on her side in bed, biting down hard on her finger as she tried desperately to remember anything—anything at all—about her daughter.

But her mind was blank.

If it weren’t for the photos Samuel had given her, she wouldn’t even know what her little girl looked like.

She felt like she wasn’t worthy of being a mother.

Her heart ached at the thought of her daughter suffering out there alone. Her eyes were already ...