Amara's POV

I was confused when I saw Zion, my friend and guardian, as well as my four adopted children, writhing in pain.

"Miss, forgive me!" Zion said to me. Then his grip on my hand slowly weakened and slipped away just like that.

"ZIOOONNNNNNNN..." I couldn't help but scream his name.

I fell to the floor, holding my knees and crying uncontrollably. I was reminded of the time when my mother was no longer in my arms.

"Mom, Amara misses you. Mom..." I rambled, burying my head between my knees.

The operating room door opened, and outside, Antonio took care of Zion's return and burial. Meanwhile, I remained seated,...