Annabel's POV

The night was wary.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't. My mind was a jungle of thoughts as I tried to place who exactly my mother really was.

In my eyes, she was the perfect, caring and loving foster mother. So much that I didn't think of my real parents much. Each time I ask her why she adopted me and if she doesn't want a family of her own, she would tell me she was happy with just me.

I remembered how she had insisted I follow her to the Davis' company. That day, it was news that his ...