AMARA’S POV

I stared at the portrait of my son with a heaviness that could drag anyone down under. So much time is passing and I am nowhere near getting him back.

What if by the time I do, it’s already too late? What if he will have this burning hatred for me then? He already thinks I’m an ugly witch. He believes Odessa is his mother.

How will he see me once I take him away from both of them? Will he ever believe me when I tell him I am his real mother and that I never abandoned ...