Amara
They were all being so nice and welcoming. Like I had known them my entire life and hadn’t just turned up on their doorstep a few hours ago. Sarah, Zane’s mum was especially welcoming. Finding me clothes in my size and making sure I had everything I could possibly need. She reminded me of my own mum Hannah in a way. They were both strong women. The backbones of their relationships and both women had been through hell to be with the men they loved.
In essence they were the kind of women that I emulated to be.
“Amara, here?” Sarah’s kind voice broke the spell, and I stared down at what she was offering me. I had been so lost in my own thoughts that I had totally missed the fact that she was holding a platter of warm rolls out to me. I snatched one up hungrily. “Thank you.” I smile
