A single tear slid down Nathan’s cheek as memories came rushing back—Bella’s quiet watchfulness, the way she used to adjust his collar, the warm meals she left for him, the way she defended him when Fabian’s anger flared. She had cared for him in ways Ferya never had, and he had hated her for it.

George’s voice trembled as he continued, “Bella felt guilty for switching you with Martin. She knew you called Ferya your mother and stayed silent for your future. She loved you, and she ...