“Anya is Allen’s mother. She has the right to stay here.” Damon’s firm voice rang in the wide corridor.

“You really want to play- what?” The meaning behind Damon’s words was slow to sink in for Amanda. His words rang repeatedly on her ears.

Anya tightened his hold to Damon, nervous about what he had just said.

Damon gripped back Anya’s hand, a sign that he was here.

He turned back to his mother.

“You know perfectly what I mean mother.” He said as he eyed her deeply.

Amanda always felt that the identity of Allen’s mother was mysterious. He tried countless of times to ask Damon about her but...