Azlynn’s P.O.V.

Sabrina’s motherly love burst me into tears, stirring something deep in my chest. Perhaps I was reacting overly emotional, or this assurance was the best thing I had ever heard after my dad’s death.

She was the maternal figure I had never seen in my life, letting me taste the bounty of mother’s affection. Now, I realized how it felt when mothers solve their daughter’s grave issues with their years of experience.

Her resolve not to pass the generational trauma touched my heart, I thanked her sincerely.

“I have no words to tell you how grateful I am, mom.”

Sobbing without restraint, I poured my heart out.

“I...