*Kiara*

“You both are so identical. If Amelia weren't here, then I would have mistaken you for her,” the lady who led Desmond and me into the house kept talking on and on. However, I could only smile in return as we ascended the staircase one after the other.

In a split second, we arrived inside a room, where a woman who I presumed to be the wicked foster mother lay on the bed with Amelia sitting so close to her and her back was facing us.

Grinning, “Look who we have here, mom” the lady spoke up as she strolled toward the bed. This time, Amelia looked back, and...