Amara’s POV.

“Amara?”

I watched as tears flowed down her face and I nodded. I was surprised and confused by the situation. I couldn’t recall ever seeing this woman before, yet there was something familiar about her. 

She continued to cry, staring at me with a mix of emotions. It hit me that she must have been waiting for my return for a while now. My heart ached at the thought, knowing that I must have left her waiting for far too long.

“Amara! It’s me, your sister, Amelia,” she said.

My heart stopped, and I didn’t know how to react. Should I approach her and give her a hug,...