C115 CHAPTER HUNDRED FOURTEEN

Enya pov

If someone told me I would meet the mother I thought was dead long ago, I would declare the person insane. And yet here I am, in the arms of the same woman who gave me life. The same woman who is still so obviously in love with the man who's my biological father that it hurts. Right now, she's happy to see me, to know I'm safe, but soon that moment will disappear as if it didn't exist