GINA’S POV

Praya’s mother’s words still lingered in my thoughts and I couldn’t just stop thinking about it. Her last words to me before she left haunted me.

As I knelt by Praya’s resting place, I found comfort as I spoke to her, as if she were still beside me. I could feel her presence enveloping me, radiating warmth over my heart. It brought me to tears when I realized she was never going to be there.

Praya’s mother had suddenly caught my attention when she knelt beside her.

“Praya wasn’t my biological daughter.”

Those were her first words and they hung in the air surrounding us. I turned to...