Third Person POV
Elara had enjoyed her time with her grandmother. It wasn’t often that Zerena would be caught doing something as dainty as catching butterflies, but for her granddaughter she would do anything. Even go as far as dressing in a pink puffy dress and playing princess—which she had done during the summer. Yet as the sunset and the butterflies disappeared, the hurt Elara was feeling earlier quickly crept back.
She was not born of love as she had thought. She was not born from the most wonderful woman in the world. Andy was not her birth mother, or so she learned at the same time she learned what a birth mother even was. It hurt her deeply, feeling as if the bond she had with Andy wasn’t what she thought it to be.
There was no doubt in her mind that Andy loved her with all h
