The night in Los Angeles felt quiet to Sheena.

She sat on a chair near the hotel room window. The city lights shimmered in the distance, but her mind was nowhere near them. Her hand tightly gripped her phone. The screen had been dark for a long time, yet she still didn’t put it down.

It had been several days since she returned to this city, and one name kept circling endlessly in her mind.

Who else but her biological son, Ghani.

Sheena took a deep breath. “I just want to know how he’s doing,” she murmured softly, as if defending herself.

She finally pressed a number.

Not long after,...