POV: Calla Harlow
I stared in disbelief as I saw the striking resemblance Adan shared with the woman that was slowly walking towards us and approaching us. She was Adan’s mother. She had to be. It was not something anyone could argue about as anyone with eyes could clearly see that they were one and the same.
However, the look on Adan’s face made it glaring that he didn’t want to see her. It wasn’t one of those looks that kids gave whenever their mothers came to take them away from having fun; it was a look that depicted hatred and I could hear his heart thumping loudly as he clenched his fists like he could throw in and land a punch successfully on the woman’s pretty face without caring even the slightest bit.
I was scared, shocked, and terrified at the magnitude of hatred and anger he
