— Mom, you're alive. — His green eyes, identical to mine, made me jump. Impossible. It can't be. This child is...
— Byron. — I could recognize that voice anywhere. It's etched in my memory like my damn favorite song.
— Dad, I found Mom. — He stood a few meters away from the man I loved for over a decade—the man who was 6'2", with black hair, gray-blue eyes, broad shoulders, sexy lips, and a handsome face. He was the definition of perfection.
Have you ever given flowers to a man? I have. He’s the one standing in front of me right now.
I remember him as a boy. How didn’t I notice before? Maybe because I’ve been fighting to forget everything about him. So you didn’t realize the little one here is his living image, my inner voice answered.
— Stay away from me. — I ordered the brat. My once-normal voice turned icy.
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