Song: Beautiful (Bazzi, Camila Cabello)
"I am going to visit my old...home tomorrow," Amber murmured after an eternity of silence as they waited in Ivan's car in front of the Vazquez mansion. Ivan turned his eyes to her face and waited for her to elaborate. Amber was twitching nervously throughout the evening and she knew Ivan was dying to ask her what was wrong. But she wanted to wait until later to tell him what she was planning on.
"I...visited the birth registrar's office today," She muttered, staring down at her hands. "There is...no record of my birth with them. There's no Amber Moreno," She felt sick just by the thought of it. Here she was, a twenty-six year old grown up woman, completely alive and well. And yet, there was no record of her existence in the books which very well m
