Amara’s POV.

Looking intently in the mirror inside the bathroom, I saw a reflection of a woman who was bothered and guilty, with water dripping from her face and worried eyes. The woman was me.

This was how I looked after losing my entire family. Many things were bothering me every day, so I tried to be a distant and unapproachable person by not showing any emotions. Ironic, wasn’t it? The very person who had made me that way was bothering me right now because I had done something wrong.

I pulled out my hair and took a long breath. My eyes widened as I remembered the presence I had...